Living in a foreign land,
strangeness barking its demands,
lost, lonely, feeling bereft,
confidence snatched, from a theft?
Different customs to learn,
weak, powerless to discern,
what to know, what to ignore,
must I now sit on the floor?
Questions and doubts crowd my mind,
answers are tricky to find;
tired and agitated,
life here is overrated.
Screaming I want to go home,
resounds from the villa's dome;
resolved to catch the next plane,
I feel I’m once again sane.
Fritillary Friends
11 hours ago
2 comments:
Do you still feel this way ?Missed you last Friday !
Nope! Got over culture shock years ago. Missed you, too!
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