#184 (white fog)


the soft embrace

of sinister substances

dampening my pain

and everything else

a sharp aching


a dull throb

barely noticeable

my body relieved

my liver is not

the path  slippery

the border to



always a choice

and I keep


how pain really feels

my mind lost in

a white fog

© Matthias Geh, 20th November 2017



  1. This is so amazingly written. Followed! 🙂
    I’m just starting out in poetry and blogging and it would be amazing if you could give my page a follow too!
    (if you like my stuff too of course!)

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