Untitled

In a crowded room I shout
"Is there anybody out there?"
I'm a voice amongst the masses
and thus, blended into one.

On social media I post
"Is there anybody out there?"
No likes, no comments, no attention
yet a drain on this world I seem.

Out in an open field I cry
"Is there anybody out there?"
Even still, the wind cries nothing.
Who dare I speak to?

In danger, I run and hide.
"Is there anybody out there?"
Those are my words, but not my voice.
Where is my savior now?

When I lay down to die, I weep
"Is there anybody out there?"
I again hear nothing
I am all there is.