Lost

Stumbling.

My feet tangle with obscured assailants.

Darkness holding sway over the forest.

My arms stretching out,

Grasping for any reassurance.

Devoid of sight,

I panic.

The silence is terrifying.

I see nothing.

I hear nothing.

My sense of touch cannot be trusted.

Malicious branches grabbing hold,

The forest pulling me in every direction.

Crying out.

My voice smothered,

In the weighted silence.

Realizing I cannot go on,

I surrender with a whimper.

I am lost.