Whats hidden In the fog

Fog blankets over the rows,

rows of comatose houses 

and only I hasten

Kicking the leaves as I go

I walk past the grounds of the dead, blanketed by floating snow

past the childrens park I know

all this time walking alone

I begin to forget about my home

the miasma bleeds Into my mind
and I lose all track of time
and pains once benign began to spread
cancerous thoughts plauged my heart
hidden by the fog I step into the road
with all intentions of going home
but whats hidden in the fog was my ultimate demise
an eighteen wheeler flashed before my eyes
and then I died