Voices in the Fog

Voices in the fog, calling from afar.

Voices in the fog, I don’t know where they are.

But as I hear the voices, I feel a tugging at my heart.

A force in two directions that stands to tear my soul apart.

A soul that lies downtrodden, not by simple time,

But by the age that comes from hearing voices chime,

From the fog,

From the darkness,

From the edge of melancholy where that final sad voice harkens.