Lost.
How did I get to this point?
When I started this journey
I knew the way.
Not the paths,
But the destination.
A little further
I would venture each time
Always able to find the way back.

Each time returned
Less was known.
Voices grew quiet,
Yet still I remembered
From where I came.
Confident this would
Always be the case.
Longer gone I would stay.

The paths have been overtaken,
Bridges washed out.
Higher I journeyed trying
To see out of the woods.
Reaching the summit,
Eyes slowly adjust to the sun.

An endless sea of unknown
Returns with the gaze.
Panic.
Knowing not the way,
Forgetting all direction.
No search party coming.
Who will find me?