Fogged — Summary

taelinttInspired

Smoke Fly around you Fogged your vision Bother your breath Choked your throat Close your eyes, dear one Feel the infinity in yours

Smoke moved so slowly Deep down beneath your breath Can't see anything but the smoke moving

Go in the depth of the forest In hue of cold I calling, nobody answer

Still singing Calling out once again Until this song that doesn't have a response reaches tomorrow

I demand to know my surrounding but the smoke is too thick I surrounded by loneliness I don't even know if I stand

I drown by my voice Not just me, but the forest's In the hue of cold The autumn breeze Winter coming I only feel blue I stroke my strands over my face Somehow I can see it clearly The fog/smoke didn't bother me anymore

The forest I'm in Golden leaves fallen is all over me The warmth is like it seek for me Sun shining through the dense My surrounding is crystal clear for me I feel like I reborn

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Taelintt's "Fogged" follows a speaker lost in a thick haze of smoke or fog, and the journey from confusion to calm. At first the smoke is suffocating. It clouds the eyes, catches in the throat, and leaves the speaker unsure of their own surroundings, even of whether they are standing. They call into the cold forest and get no answer, yet they keep singing, hoping the song will last until tomorrow. The mood here is lonely, heavy, and blue.

Then something shifts. The speaker touches their own hair, finds they can suddenly see clearly, and notices the smoke no longer bothers them. The final stanza turns warm: golden autumn leaves, sunlight through the trees, and a sense of being rebirthed. The poem suggests that persistence, and accepting the fog rather than fighting it, can lead to clarity. It ends in quiet relief and renewal.

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