Dreams Without Wings
4. The Sad Fog Grew
The fog grew. Sad fog growing
on the hopelessness of a dream.
It was right there
and he still couldn't reach.
It wasn't fair.
There was no hope to be found in that
at all.
And in the fog there was a slight comfort
that dried his tears
and whispered the hope that was nowhere
else to be found.
The hope that he could reach that gate after all
without his wings
if only he'd give something in exchange.
He gave it, without even waiting to hear
what it would cost
and the chill spread,
devouring his mind.