Sonnet - Fog

Like a stone, I'm sinking in the black,
Sucked down by its pow'rful gravity,
Helplessly I flail in count'rattack,
Screaming silent, as it swallows me.

Dark down here, and quiet as the void,
My every thought confused, in disarray;
The type of thing to make one paranoid
Mayhap this confusion's here to stay.

And what of that? I cannot keep control
Of when this fog will come -- nor do I know
Of what to do if it devours me whole,
And the madness never  lets me go.

Take my hand, love; guide me through the haze,
And I shall follow thee for all my daze.

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