A fog in her brain

The sound of the horn from the passing train

The pitter patter, the howl of the wind in the rain

And the look of profound sorrow on her face

The colour of the clouds in the sky—grey

Get a dog and give it a bad name

Get a life and watch it go to waste.

 

 

A fog in her brain

The sound of children's laughter in the rain

The pitter patter, the howl of the wind in the rain

Crinkly eyes lit up, smile wide—joy on a face

The colour of the clouds in the sky—the silver hidden in the grey

Get a dog, give it a good name

Find a life to save—do not let it go to waste

Get a grip of yourself before you go insane.

 

 

Watch the fog lift from her brain,

Watch the dreary weather change

Sunshine breaking through the haze

The whisper of the wind against her face

As she steps out of the gloom, she cranes

Her head up the sky, inhales

The refreshing scent of life after the rain

After the storm, after the sorrow and pain.

She gets a grip of herself before she goes insane.

 

 

To the fog and the rain,

From the girl who defeated you again.

 

© Curiousloi