The dark rolling clouds
surround me.
Each dusty contact
burns.

I try to run away,
but in which direction?
Stumbling and tripping
over hidden obstacles,
I run towards the only patch of color in the black,
A field of grass before a setting sun.
But it slips into the engulfing darkness
as the sun sets.

The clouds sting my eyes now,
my vision blurs and fades.

How did I even get here?
I think, as I fall the final time.