I came to a field where the winds echoed the sound of your voice

And I wept

Sowing the seeds of sorrow with regret

Wait for me

But your voice fell upon deaf ears

I am asleep at the helm of my ship

Covered in mounds of vegetation not fit to feed even the wicked

WHERE ARE YOU

I cannot hear the sound of my voice, neither can I dig you out from this sick soul pit

I fear you are drowning

How do I pull you to shore when there is no shore to be seen?

How can I find you inner child, if you are so unwilling to find me?