Missing in Action

Our thoughts are in words
bringing us forth on this endless scape
until we are left with nothing.
The ground beneath our feet is empty
and the air around us is filled with nothing.
Oceans pull and push back in until
there is nothing left of them too.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this for the poem prompt challenge.
The prompt was "lost scene" and this was my interpretation of it.