Poking My Way Through a Fog
by Mehwish Fatima
I'm lost.
Like, really lost.
It's like I'm in a jungle,
without a map or a compass,
without any sense of direction, and to top it of: Two Left Feet
with so many trees, plants, and just nature, like EVERYWHERE.
It's like I'm blind...
And I keep tripping over rocks that just happen to be nonexistent.
It's like I'm poking my way through a fog.
My eyes hurt, 'cause I'm rubbing at them for clarity.
Guess what?
It's not working.
by Mehwish Fatima
I'm lost.
Like, really lost.
It's like I'm in a jungle,
without a map or a compass,
without any sense of direction, and to top it of: Two Left Feet
with so many trees, plants, and just nature, like EVERYWHERE.
It's like I'm blind...
And I keep tripping over rocks that just happen to be nonexistent.
It's like I'm poking my way through a fog.
My eyes hurt, 'cause I'm rubbing at them for clarity.
Guess what?
It's not working.