A cloud of thick fog surrounds me.
I cannot see beyond it.
I cannot move.
My eyes are open
but they see nothing.
I do nothing
yet I do everything.
My mind sees beyond
opening up the world
inside my head
riding eastward
in the breeze
to a new start.
I can see life.
I can see everything.
I understand now.
Now I can die.
(A slightly rewritten poem originally when I was around 17 or 18 which for those interested is a kind of prologue to my second novel 'Death' which can be found here - https://www.amazon.co.uk/Death-Andy-N/dp/B0DW74QVGX/ref=sr_1_1?crid=8AKUIGUW3PRG&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.yvC1RKAtBKJanOTtikd0nmLJFYRAElWSFWO7oqYc0TZnnmD6JXBrIoQbx6c-R_TUWNyPKRGnzEocd5TZfnF84CFInzJHXtvK0_Fn5-R0AVA.1fiqljKFONE-qUzomihSr35ouQRvLmCdVRm0hnrU0Hk&dib_tag=se&keywords=andy+and+death&qid=1739395661&sprefix=andy+n+death+%2Caps%2C235&sr=8-1)
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