By Zainab Rasool
Deep down the forest,
into the muddy, misty leads.
Barefoot she walked —
no trespasser had walked, it seems.
With a deep breath and fuzzed mind,
tangled thoughts and soul unwind.
With every step she took, the sun was drowning,
wondering which way to go — paths were undefined.
The path was cold, so was her soul.
In the dusky cloud, the sun was no more.
A glimpse of fear ran through her,
cold winds were freezing her.
The more she walked, the more she found her lost.
With all her hope, she was exhaust.
Dark tree trunks and barely visible trails snaking through underground,
she felt the sight of spooky eyes and wildlife around.
In the silence of the forest, she kept walking.
She was suddenly filled with a sense of foreboding.
The wind howled in the storm — now she was dead cold.
With the last sight of tall, shadowed pine,
she felt the coldness all over and collapsed her soul.
Soon she was enfolded by the wilderness.
The cold wind and dead leaves hugged her to coffin,
and the girl was forever unseen!