Behind A Fog

Behind A Fog

It had the face of a luminar
Thus attracted me to what's far 
A gigantic fire, fiercely burning
It's body, an incensed torpedo
Those flames, a sweet spot for melting
The shape of its eyes, a glittering facet
It's enthralled chant, a musical crescendo
And like a moth, I died inside its flames 

It's so unlucky, you see
As to live an illusion
Running away as to be free
A slave to these things unreal
Chained to those beings all fake
Wanting liberation from the confusion
Trying to catch the state of what's real
Dying to know, for one's own sake

How I wished your dews were pure water
Not infected by a poisonous enzyme
Fogging my ideas for me to deter
Things and places that will never be mine
I was taken aback by fear, certainly
Undigested feelings burning me
But I am too, an undefined structure
Ready to break out, like thunder. 
 
Eiravel

Published by Eiravel

Hello everyone, and welcome to my personal blog. This is a self-taught adventure in creative writing, craft that I am passionate about; learning writing and all the stuff that concerns this industry while surfing on the waves of the internet, and I aspire to make a living through selling my own books and blogging, because why not. I live on the island of Mauritius with my husband, my two children, and my muse. I am an eclectic person, love the sublime and the strange; I am also interested in all types and forms of art that please my mind.