Treading

One language, two tongues.

Message is received, misunderstood, then lost.

Like reflections of piercing light bouncing off a glass shard trembling in the wind on a thread.

Focus is blurred. Eyes are blinded. Questions remain unanswered. 

Gray darkness envelopes your soul.

You struggle towards the light. The quicksand draws, clings, and greedily inhales.

Where are you? 

Who are you? 

What have done?