Foggy Night

When fog creeps down any lonely, dark road,

even the nicest neighborhood can seem most dangerous.

The silent whisper of rain drops echo

as the shadows of houses that are now strangers

silently wait for the break of dawn.

A neighborhood that was once familiar

is now a ghost for any resident who walks the night.

Any movement, any sound quickens the heart,

races the mind and the feeling of what was once home,

quietly evaporates as fog creeps down any lonely, dark road.

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Posted on April 13, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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