Angel in the Mist

So many versions
Of the same little question.
But it does not matter
How loudly you speak,
How boldly you ask,
For most of these questions
Will not ever be answered.

Miss Independent
Is now trying to find something,
Something or someone,
To depend on.
Trying to find her way,
Her way through life,
Her way through fears,
Through all these emotions
That just refuse to disappear.

What once was lost,
Is still yet to be found.
Tick-tock
The hours go.
Dawn to dusk
The days are moving ever so slow.

Aimless movements,
Repetitive breathing.
Do you not hear her?
Hear her screaming?
Hear her pleading?
Just take this pain away!
Just release me.