Echo

I am lost,

In my own little world.

Maybe it’s because the sun has gone,

Maybe it’s because the earth is cold.

I cannot tell,

Though I am not scared. 

I cannot feel your touch,

I cannot grasp your hand.

I reach out and shout,

I only hear the echo of my own voice.

It comforts me,

Making me feel less alone.

The fog surrounds me,

The dirt kicks up.

My hands spread,

Searching for the closes object.

My world is pitch black,

No sign of life at any turn. 

I am lost and it might just be quite possible,

That I do not want to be found.