Alone in the Mist

The fog makes it hard to see,
Surrounding me,
Mist develops.
It leaves clouds over my eyes.
I panic, and run.
Much to my surprise.
But where am I going?
And how do I know,
There is no one lurking
Behind objects, as I go?
Running so quickly,
I can't catch my breath.
But the coldness, outside,
Means I could catch my death.
The world is white...
ACRES of white.
Is there nothing left?
No one to shelter me at night?
No place to hide,
But in the mist that surrounds me.
Alone.
Outside.