I arrived some time ago
not a tourist, no
my pockets hold no local currency
I cannot speak the language
as if I am mute
I roam the streets
In circles, I am sure
I see the same buildings
time and again
I am lost
I place my hat upside down when I rest;
collect a few coins
I was told my people were here
that this was the Promised Land
I would be welcomed
and it would be easy to assimilate
not so far
it was terrible back home
it is as terrible here
did I make the right choice?
will I find my own?
should I go back?
should I take my chances?
it’s beginning to get cold
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 