After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
Never amongst so many people
Have I felt so alone
I really do not want to stay
But know I can’t go home
Yet for all the kindness
And love I’ve been shown
I still cannot face another day
Here on my own
(Originally Posted 01.06.2019)
Lying
here
in
this
strange
bed
Wondering
what
was
going on
inside
my head
Trying
to
ignore
this
feeling
of dread
Wishing
I had
chosen
to stay
at home
instead