The mist came in fast
Like thick fog upon glass
I knew that my vision
Would no longer last
Within a few seconds
The ground was my home
And then all around
Came a tiring groan
As all of those standing
Tripped over the fallen
With no indication
Of why they were all in
A state of confusion
But they could be sure
There’s a hand near to help
Them stand tall where they were
A Life in Poems 