I let the words flow as they came out of my fingers. I kept in mind the use of Fog as the theme, while using Elegy as the form for the poem. I just kept going without paying attention to the metaphors. However, I will revise this poem, add metaphors, and later compare the two.
Enough, denial in blur! What it gives, what it gains,
mislaying inner growl,
as one once romped through hopeful grove.
While its maladroit sensitivity
transforms in recurring vanity.
It shows in semblance of pity
do not reject, pretty
As one’s soul convulsions to a defeat
until recovering without a presence
corroding veins fueled with anger.
In the shadows, it lurks without patience
not gracing the chants of one’s visions
Where am I? At my destination
and continuity of such efforts.