A walk through the mysterious labyrinth

that is the forest.

Sounds of frantic footsteps fill the air,
Mine and yours,
But you are nowhere in sight.

My speed accelerates to a run,
the crisp leaves crunching beneath my worn out Nikes.

Suddenly, a rigid stump catches my shoelace.
My body crashes to the ground,
And a sharp pain jets into my knee.
Dark blood begins to bead down my leg.
The jagged shard of glass lodged inside me hurts more and more by the second.

A quick count to three and I yank as hard as my tired body allows.
A sharp yell of agony fills the air around me.
At that moment, my eye catches an elephant sized rock
that isn’t familiar at all.
A thought begins to bubble in my brain,
Where am I?

The barren trees are spiders in the sky,
as day turns to night.
Thunder rumbles deeply in the distance,
and an array of blinding lightning bolts follow,
illuminating the dark and gloomy horizon.

As I try to figure out which way I came,
or which to go,
one conclusion settles with me.
It’s not worth fighting the idea that I am,

Alone.
Lost.
Forgotten.