The fog, the mist;
it carries me down.

I wouldn't call it
darkness, I wouldn't call
it night. Just as
bewildering though.

If I don't find a signpost
soon, I don't know what
I will do. I need
a lantern,

a candle, a flicker of
light. Just enough to help
me to make
some distance.

I don't need to see
the end. I've never
been fond of
conclusions.

Emer Lyons

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-t-see-7/