Cracked
we look each other in the eyes
wondering who
draws first
now the way
trails away
Spinning
we reel out of control chaotic
wondering where
we might march
now the way
trails away
Confused
we seek answers in wreckage
wondering why
we commenced
now the way
trails away
Hungry
we take solace in our trudging
wondering what
will become
now the way
trails away
Our faith
in leaders
who declare
the held answers
who declare
the dread enemy
who declare
they love us
We march
we march
oh God
we march
All mud
blood
and blisters
the abyss
calling
the roll
All the time
trusting
knowing
believing
hoping
This compass isn’t broken
From the prompt: “Broken compass”
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