Dead Fog

Stirring the fog
Which buries the trees
And I within
These forest walls
A touch in the stillness
A breath from behind,
Below
Surrounds
Pushing on through the density
The hanging air
Barely aware of it now
Removing my perception
Dangling my fears
Out of reach
A breath; a breeze
A touch; the wind
Which hangs still
Lurking
As I move through it
Watching
Purpose unknown
And fate concealed
Amongst the mist
I push through
It holds its breath
Towards the falling edge