Comfortable Fog

Intoxicated...
By the wrong choice of toxins,
Inside of a chosen box.
Even if one should step out,
To venture...
A hindering of a forget or a forget me not,
Option...
Is an addiction one adopts,
When an honesty is blocked.

And as intoxicated as many have been,
A thick fog on the outside of their doors...
Hides more than unseen surroundings.
It keeps those inside imprisoned...
With minds clogged,
By forget or forget me not options...
Few who pass with interactive lives,
Are caring less who hides inside!

And if lights are turned off...
With shades pulled down to avoid Sunlight.
A life unlived would still not be noticed.
Since from inside what is seen,
Would be a surrounding of comfortable fog.

Intoxicated...
By the wrong choice of toxins,
Inside of a chosen box.
Even if one should step out,
To venture...
A hindering of a forget or a forget me not,
Option...
Is an addiction one adopts,
When an honesty is blocked.
And engulfed...
With the surrounding of comfortable fog

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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