The Bitter Fog Without

On the top of a mountain
I cry out to God
To save me from this
soul-damning fog.
Within the fog I see
many great things
Though all of which
bring terrible stings.
I can’t turn away for
all my strength is naught
For in the fog my mind
creates all that which I want.
My love is bared
no perfection spared
Yet just a touch
it seems too much
Too much for her to dare.
And in an instant
she is gone
And there is no more
that I have won
But for the hollow wanting
digging deep inside my heart
Leaving nothing in its path
but empty sadness, life depart
For within this bitter fog
I am nothing but a dog
Nibbling on its very bone
for my heart has all but flown
To the deepest reaches of the dark without.