There is a map of my emotions
right above the city
of the South
where the river meets
its Delta mouth
is a town
so small
almost unseen
where there lies my silent streets
at night with the smell of flowers
and Northeast of there
is the land of the damned
though its not marked
it's easy to miss
Way up high
in the North
there's the mountains of my mind
and the forests
among the stones