It seemed too daunting to walk through thick forest
Guided only by dim moonlight without stars scattered in the sky
With every crackling branch and rustling leave,
The night air got heavier and so were your legs
You stopped for a minute or two,
To understand where you were in the deep forest
Right at that point you could feel your companion was standing next to you,
when an owl howled unexpectedly and the eerie silence was broken
Both of you were too shocked
That the togetherness between you and her was also broken
You stepped away, she stepped away,
Yet you were the only one who tripped and hit the ground
It was a minor fall, but somehow the compass managed to slip out of your hands
How fast and how far did the compass run?
Just in a split second you were unable to catch a sight of its existence
And where did she go, your companion who were beside you all along?
Did she run for the compass? Probably
You were trying to get back on your feet,
When another howl rolled into the silence
You fell once again, now a little dizzy, you stayed there and rested
Eyes closed
A minute passed, you opened your eyes and got back on your feet,
Ready to run to your compass and your companion
Yet nothing is to be seen
Not even trees, leaves and branches
Not even stars. Not even moonlight
Not even your compass. Not even your companion
Pitch black
It is uneasy to move around in darkness,
To look for your compass and your companion,
Because you have no understanding of where you are going
But you persist in moving and notice that,
When your compass is not there,
When your companion is not there,
To help you navigate through the darkness,
Maybe it’s time when moral compass comes in handy
—DNP
Your poetry tells a story and I enjoy that aspect. Thanks for writing
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Glad to hear that! Thank you for reading!
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