Through The Fog

Waves of fog released in my head

holy storm impedes me

Sharp like a cat most days

It grips me like a disease,

a thief in the night,

come to steal it all,

slows me down,

pause,

the world rushes while i wait,

fumbling in the fog

falling around me 

seeping into my brain,

tiring my soul,

the storm has taken over.