Sight

Obscured from vision,
I cannot see what I most want.
While I know it is here,
I cannot percieve where,
its location masked.
And as I turn and see
the path which led me here,
I am reminded why I search.
Those that would help me,
all but distant memories,
scattered along the path.
I am alone once more,
and though I hear my name being called,
encouraged forward, for there is no other path,
My vision is impared by the path I have chosen.
and so, I despair.