July Fog

An early morning July fog
Suffocating my surroundings in obscurity
My way is unclear.

Chapters closing ceaselessly
And predictability lies in the constancy
Of more confusion.

I clench my teeth
And claw relentlessly at my scalp
It hurts. It hurts.

My heart is tired
Refugees are not the only displaced
Where indeed, is home?

What is life?
A frantic rush to find a path
Yet all is vapor.

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