LOST AND LOOKING

• it is dark
  the darkness and void of death,
  cannot see what lies ahead
  staring into nothing,
  fear colours and contaminates
  the air.
  where am i going?
  suddenly a strange hand touches
  my shoulder
  and that's relief
  it is nothing, being of no help,
  like me, lost and looking,
  a co-seeker
  but its doubtful, uncertain touch
  gives me strength
  to go on.