The mist

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  • Publiceret: 26 sep. 2014
  • Opdateret: 26 sep. 2014
  • Status: Færdig
Dette digt, skrev jeg en sen aften. Håber det bringer nogle følelser og tanker frem I jer, når I læser det. Skriv gerne hvis I kan lide det, eller hvis I ikke kan.... Tager gerne imod konstruktiv kritik :)

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1. The Mist

I´m walking, down the street

See a silhouette dressed in black

Exited for who I´m going to meet

Tell myself not to look back.

 

A bird flies around

The silhouette is coming closer

I can hear a quiet sound

Thinking, maybe he isn’t sober

 

A feeling of fear

Rushes through my body

Cause he´s coming near

And he is not stopping.

 

Everything´s so quiet

I can´t hear a thing

Just walking there in silence

Wondering what my day´s gonna bring.

 

He´s slowly coming closer

Still he seems to disappear

I wish this to be over

But he still keeps coming  near.

 

The silhouette is suddenly gone

It disappeared like a mist

I don´t know what is going on

It didn´t even exist.

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