Mist in the Dream
By Deng Dekuek
In a muffle mist
a bitter wind blows.
Yokes of fate
on clouded paths of confusion.
A lone voice falls
on itself in echoes.
A grey war, as
words weep piteously.
But the dream is muted
as a shimmering mist swirls.
Draping itself on the people
a yoke of fate.
I – I am but a humble scribe
walking into the mist.
© 2013 Deng Dekuek.