The Blind Marshes

 The Blind Marshes
  
 In the marshes I struggle,
 Blind to all that surrounds me
 I feel the fog hug me, draw me tight
 Until it suffocates,
 I fall under the weeds and water
 This is where I drown.
  
 A man blind to those around him
 Self-possessed demon that I am
 I struggle to connect
 The wires are cut,
 So my phone is dead.
  
 11/14/20 – Andy McRae