Turning toward the window,
Eyes can see a foggy, wet day.
Making the mind wonder toward
those things that haunt and cloud.

Regrets,
lost friends,
lost family, and future dreads.
Wet, foggy days are like that,
making the mind wonder.

Those mistakes
that can't be changed,
no fix in sight.
Haunting, and weighing on the mind.

The window is covered now,
by the outside fog.
One can't see past it, to the yard beyond.

Like the mind behind the eyes,
that is also fogged.

No answers come easily
No resolution to clearly solve
these things that make the mind clear,
through this window's fog.

Mist shimmers all around,
Then the rain begins to fall.
Not to clear,
Only to add too,
a visual that clouds.

Here on this window's once clear glass pane.
Eyes and mind see the same.
Looking for guidance,
Yet, all seems lost,
Now standing at this window.
Desperately trying to see past it all.

Need is so strong.
This need to be happy,
with the joy, happiness brings!
While not really knowing
Why?
Happiness does not live,
here in this mind,
filled with regret.
While eyes stand straining to see through,
this foggy glass.

Solitude was thought to be a comfort.
Not the case at all.
It only gives time to go deeper, and be consumed,
Further losing self, in this rainy fog,

No clearing of this window.
It has been covered through and through.
Nothing now to see beyond it, only the foggy dew.