When I lifted my arm
To swipe at the fog and mist
The ricochet of cloud on cloud
Deafened me with its silence
Standing at the cliff's edge
I bellow with frustration
And Echos back -- touching me
With unsympathetic coldness
Empty wishes for home
A comfy chair and roaring fire
Escaping into a world of fiction
Which tastes of sunshine and hope
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