The Mist
by Siberia

Note: This world arose when I gazed at a blizzard through my window.

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I was born with eyes
That could perceive
The universe's
Deepest reaches

But a thick mist
Clouds my vision
Imprisoning me
In every direction

This hazy dungeon
Fans my suffering
And seeks to rob me
Of my destiny

Rarely does the fog
Dissipate enough
For cosmic beauty
To trickle through

But when it does
I bathe in pure bliss
And my tears perish
In tides of starlight

Perfection then fades
Into the greyness
Diminishing
With my happiness

The walls close in—
Windowless again
This steep pain's the cost
Of how much I've lost

I sit in my cell
Wishing I was blind
So I couldn't find
What was never mine