Soul that is Mine !

Its Dark & I can't see the way
I am stuck here, just to sway
Will anyone come to my rescue?
Or am I left for my own do ?

I see the silhouette
But to recognise, my eyes are wet
Catch my hand or are you a passerby ?
I am left alone to sieve my own pry

I try to express, but thoughts don't help
Every word is swallowed in one small gulp
I can see the lamp posts setting off
And the guard naps with occasional hicoughs

I am wandering searching solution for this mystery
As though to mark my history on a tapestry
Questions are numerous, answers to none
Yet creeping to the acme, until its done

I moving to the edges of the endless shore
The sands where wet, not any more
It slips off the hand as passing time
So, before its too late, I shall find
The soul that is Mine !!