The Mist

It was a dawn,

And it was so cold.
 I was shivering,

And my breath, I could not hold.

I couldn't see nothing,

nothing but the mist.

And I was standing alone,

 holding my own wrist.

I was lost.

 should I scream?

I didn't knew what to do,

was that a dream?

The sunshine was hiding ,

behind the (mist) bluish and haze,

The sun was rising ,

but I couldn't saw that blaze.

The lake got frozen,
I felt it through my feet,
And I couldn't felt my toes.
It needed some heat.

I was in the forest,
I could hear the rustling,
And heard creepy crows,
filled with sorrow and cursing.
.
I wished to God to end.
And Sunlight came through winters snow flakes.
The mist started to descend.
.And what I saw a beautiful lake.