I find myself searching.
Am I shut in or shut out?
Do I look for an exit or an entrance?
Perhaps I should stop my search.
Maybe there is no way out or in.
This is the end I fear.
I lay upon the surface under me.
I close my eyes and pray.
The ground is hard and cold,
so my body shivers against it.
My breathing becomes shallow.
With one last effort,
I reach my hand out for help.
No one takes it and it falls.
My soul has escaped this hollow form;
forever lost in a world of darkness.