A Migrant’s Choice
June 5, 2016 § 5 Comments
This, was the coolest, quietest place in the City.
The City, he now called ‘home’, but didn’t quite feel like it, yet.
As he gazed at the glimmering buildings
that had fuelled his shimmering hopes;
He longed for the heat, dust and noise, which,
he had longed to escape.
He wondered at the perversity of his mind
that made the chrome, snow and glass he had chased all his life
Fill his heart with ice.