the swirling mists of blood anger and loneliness eddied around 

passing every corner you turn to, when you think you’ve lost it

it finds you again

and again 

 Rounding the corner to only be confronted by the

 same 

phantom 

walking down halls to see nothing but blank mist 

faces once seemed there and smiling

Now all but a blank cloud of nothingness 

shouts and voices once near 

ever drifting like a cloud through the sky

neverending its journey