Like a dense fog
it descends over me,
surrounding me.
The harsh cold
and thick darkness
is everywhere.
I try to see through it,
but can't.
Can't see forwards,
can't see anything.

Slowly, tentatively,
I try to move ahead.
Feet shuffling,
arms outstretched,
hands grabbing,
looking for something.
Can't find anything,
must be moving in circles
in this thick black fog.
Hoping the sun will rise soon,
shedding light on the path I've lost.