LOST

Deviated from the leading foot prints
Like the story ‘Hunter and his dog’
I am that dog that turned deaf ears
To the master’s whistling lead
Now I am a stranger
Found in a strange world
My friend:darkness
Not friendly
Caged me
Lost

Hope
Seems far
Beside me
Help I seek for
In the land beyond
Sight I pray to regain
I seek to see maps like footprints
On the dinning table of tears
I fast and feast on this lost prayers
Like the prodigal son I seek my home
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