Fog and Away


fog

Early i was up, lost in thoughts,
Gazing through the window.

Amidst the mist my fingers moved and painted,
Symbol of immoral on window glass.

I sit on my bed watching the fog disappear,
Washing away the symbol at gentle pace.

I guess the darkness is over; forever,
I mourn with joy!

Darkness is a fog, wait it will disappear,
Sheds light, bright and clear.

Poem Form: Elegy and Device: Metaphor.  More details can be found HERE.