Into the Shallows


The deep mist clouds around me
blurring the vision I have left.
The petrified trees seem to talk to me
as I pass their branches dead..

The banks awaits me
I feel as though I cannot move
for my strength is dying out..

my spirits are gone..
all that remains is my gloom and sorrow..

my face is turning colder and paler..
the soft winds are ushering my name..

my heart beats slower and slower..
and gradually I turn back..
to see the grey mist settled marshes..
I have just crossed path to..

and at last I feel the cool mud sinking between my toes,
as I reach the higher bank
I see the foggy view
and as I turn mind away from it ,
I slowly creep into the shallows...