Impenetrable Membranes

An October morning is hung with a thick haunting fog.
There are stories of unmentioned entities, that shift
within the heavy mist.
The monsters that emerge from the bog.
Visible enough to the human eye
To summon my mortal cries.
Monsters don't scare me,
it's losing your mind.

There was an angel statue beneath the tree.
I felt her eyes bore into the central core of my
aching need.
In silent transmission she said to me,
You will be happy someday, just not today.
On my heart sat a crushing weight.
She said my mental rainbows are dug beneath
the darkest earth of pain.
They wait.
As do the monsters in the fog.

To every existence there is a bane.
I choose to remain sane.
Impenetrable membranes.