Shadows,
Depending on the reflection of light-
Sometimes small,
Sometimes oblong,
Sometimes get lost in the dark again.

Compassion,
Bridge among hearts-
Yet sometimes gets manipulated,
And most of the time, forgotten.

Corpus,
Is constantly running-
In the face of decay,
Fatigue, exhaustion, depression built on it.

Companion,
She is the incarnation of love-
But why gets lost,
In which subconscious?
Covered with an untouched wrap.