Poetry-The Happier Ones

Through the Haze

Through the haze

Things are distorted

You think you know

What you are looking at

But you can't be sure

It is only once the curtain has been lifted

That you can see properly

And you realise you were wrong

You judged without knowing fully

What you were looking at

Because

Had you know

You would not have judged

The person you could barely see

Through the haze