Fog

The train brings me
Through foggy fields
This morning
It reflects my mood

Autumn is coming
Not for you
You decided to
Clear your fogginess

As much as it was
A shock, I can say
I do know the feeling
You must have had

You felt you had no
Other way out
Than the way out
And all we are left with

Is fog

© KH

I wrote this poem in the train on the morning I heard the news about the suicide of the Dutch novelist Joost Zwagerman.