Passed by life
Living under the miasma
Of losses and misgivings
Was there any loss at all?
Was it, in the finality,
The illusion of loss?

The miasma broke
Like morning fog
Withering away
Under the golden sun
I braced myself
To watch the world
With elucidated vision.

My vision grew
Obscurer than clarified
Under the sun
Radiating delusory brightness
Unreal and mythic.


8 responses to “Miasma

  1. I just want to let you know that I really enjoy reading your blog! Ive nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award, and if you wish you can check out the nomination on my post from today titled ‘The Versatile Blogger Award, Nominations’ 🙂

    Cheers and enjoy!

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