Poetry

Mist

You reach out into the mist
As time ticks by
Searching for that land sun-kissed
But you'll never find it

You reach down to help below
But none exist
They're all gone, you seem to know
Doomed to all fate gave them

You reach up in desperate plea
And fall alone
Into an unending sea
With those who've come before


Prompt: an image of a hand reaching out into mist
Write the poem in 2nd person