Accidental Astronaut

Propelled off my world in this minuscule capsule
The space closes in smaller and smaller with every passing moment
I have no crew, no support
Communication to home is intermittent
I don't know where I'm headed; don't know where I'll end up
I can't breathe on this new world
I try, but the pressure keeps squeezing the air out of my chest
My shallow breaths don't satisfy the desire or need for air
My oxygen leaks out of an old, tattered spacesuit
I try to step forward, but the gravity is too powerful
I shuffle my boots thru the alien dust
My ship has no fuel to return me
How did I come to be here?
Can I ever return?
Will they miss me?
Alone. Out of air. Unable to move.
I will die here, alone and full of questions.