A tingling itch at the base of your throat
Eyes stinging with excess water
A sickening rock settles deep in your stomach
Searching the clouds,
Wishing for sense in the falling night
Not sure how you made it to this hill
Or why you search the open horizon,
But no one is there
The small inkling of hope dissipates
Into a thick dampening hurt
Covering your entire being .
How did I get here?