Purple Miasma
A murky fog filled the air
The night I saw your true despair
'Oh shit' already late
Probably should of taken the interstate
Then above the river bank
I saw you standing, cerulean eyes blank
Filled with remorse and fright
Your pale skin, distinctive in the night
Chestnut hair made you resemble a saint
As knuckles clenched the restraint
That separated you from the edge…
And what abruptly did I find
But a heart that wasn't mine
Lodged in my throat, and suffocating
Like the fog never wavering
A whisper of your name escaped my lips
And sent shivers down my spine that ripped
Me from my unforeseen daze
And back into the miasma, like purple haze.
A murky fog filled the air
The night I saw your true despair
Just a really stupid drabble. I'm not very good at poetry, so sorry if it sucks. Any flames will be completely ignored seeing as how this is a two part-er. R&R