Lost in the Woods

Walking through an empty highway,
reaching shadowy places.
Confused, vulnerable and astrayed,
miscounting clouded traces.

The birds chirped and the bats squealed,
with a flightful of rage.
Alongside trees which indistinctly veiled,
fighting in form of vague.

Tired, weary and blunting,
craving for an ease.
Fragile whisks hovering,
forcing me to sleep.

Woke up in the dark,
an uncertainty of my nook.
Woods as pitch as black,
amidst a flowing brook.

With the glistening starlight,
I directed my path.
Concrete woods with no townsite,
abrupted branches with wrath.

At Last, I reached the road,
a feeling of relief racing through .
Up were the stars who endlessly glowed,
leading me to a place that I finally knew.

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