The cold, gray fog surrounds me, wrapped in weather, on I stride. My heart is sad and lonely, thinking of the tears I've cried. I offered up my my soul, my life, my gift so freely given, Betrayed and spurned, I travel on, by desperation driven. I seek in lonely places and I seek within the crowd. I search in alleys, open spaces, where I'm not allowed. I go alone or ask for help, sometimes I find a friend, But when it all comes down, I'm going solo in the end. I'll have to stand alone until the sun begins to shine, Warming me with rays of hope and making me feel fine. The question now is will the sun betray me from the start, Burning, searing through my soul and through my very heart? Perhaps I should stay fogbound, safely cushioned from attack. Though cold, it is familiar, and I keep on coming back. I'm weary of the search for light and fearful of the pain. Hiding deep within the fog, I'm waiting for the rain. END I have been experimenting with this electronic medium and have begun posting my poetry on webpages, with backgrounds and music. I have this one posted here: http://tresamie.homestead.com/fogound.html I would be grateful if anyone would care to read both versions and let me know what you think...does this enhance the experience or not? Thanks, Tres

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