If I stay here any longer I will surely suffocate
We've been drowning for so long now
Yet the road ahead is so uncertain
With no guarantee of better yields or outcomes

I don't care
A chance is better than this
Knowing, watching, waiting...to die

Now a year later I'm gone.
This road is equally treacherous
But in a different way
I no longer struggle in misery with a partner
Instead my lonely screams echo
Returning to me through the fog
Reminding me I am alone

Even the trees strive to bridge the vast emptiness
Yearning for connection their arms sprawled out
Fingers outreach and intertwine into the canopy above
They compete for the very same resources
Yet interlock hand in hand
Anything to beat this loneliness