North I cannot go
That is the way to sorrow
So is moving to the East
I’ll rather go where it hurts the least
The South is not where I can travel
I don’t want that direction for me to unravel
Left over is the very West
It seems the option that is best.
To watch the sun go down
While trying not to drown
But to know as the sky turns ashen
That the sun will rise again
A new chance to reduce the pain.
All I need is to navigate with compassion.
poems by a young gay english major 