#NaPoWriMo Day 17 : i AM

Walking down the journey that is life
The wind,
I feel it, full of strife
The pain,
I taste it's bitterness
Shouting for help yet no one hears only echoes of I.
Is it that they carry no heart?
The truth is blind
No rescuers at sight.
I might aswell have searched enough
No rescuers
He must be near,
I smell the scent of his weariness
The wind, still full of strife
I sense it.
Though no rescue
I still live
I see. I hear. I feel.
I taste. I love.
I. Am.