***I hear the cranky wind
Banging on the window.
The owls are strung out
On the canopy,
And my ecstasy is snuffed out
From my last sleeping candle.The wolves huff and puff
To a motherless cub,
The eye of a grandmotherly bear
Cannot see my loving stars.
And my eye bags are saggy, like a turkey's wattle.
The deadly splinters split the riftIn half, but the white flakes
Proceed to enter the ghastly void.
My world is filled with nothing but toys.
The owls are hungry for some gigantic frogs
I cannot seem to get out of this fog.
My eyes are itching, my skin is burning;My red velvet roses are wilting due to my disparity.
I sought to cheer them up.
I attempt to lift their petals
To the sunlight,
The wolves won't bite but only intimidate.
The pressure is tight between my two gums.I usually close my eyes and pretend it is over,
The owls became sick
And the fog steps further.
I shan't drink from this inapt sap,
However, I shall walk on the mossy grass
Where the light shines brighter.***
#The Fog
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I get a totally different meaning, in which the poem literally describes the speaker's experience living in a wild area during a foggy, harsh day. Metaphorically, the fog is something like the fog of war, but in a generic sense; the speaker is speaking about experiences and how it feels to navigate the fog. There's no despair or loneliness but a lot of uncertainty and sustained effort to go forward.
Once again an amazing poem by vindi
I absolutely love the imagery
ayyy🙌 gud poem