ninth avenue - poetry

stayed

strayed inside an unfamiliar zone.

faces are blurry.

i cannot recognize,

even each touch

feels like a forest

you know.

filled with beasts.

i lost my way.

i reached a dead end.

with no extended way.

let me go

and let me be free.

i felt a warmth inside my pocket.

it's a compass.

with my name engraved on it.

i followed its arms,

wherever it directs.

until i reached a place filled with light.

suddenly, a luster begins to show

inside my chest.

i am not lost,

if i have faith in what is inside.