"One day, I'll come back home. I'm an outsider here, not like the people around me. I don't belong here, but in Poland."
I'm flying among the clouds
Watching nothingness from
Outside my window, hearing
The engines roar, in my stomach
Feeling the plane soar. I'm coming
Back home, I'm almost there, among
My people, in a huge city called Warsaw,
Trying to find my way to my town, this journey
Is taking a while, the wheels on the train go on
And on, the buildings, trees, people, stations
They all blur behind me as the train moves, the
Moment I'll get off this smelly, old train, will make
My lungs expand, I'll breathe again, smelling dust and
Bus waste coming from the back engine, consuming me
Yes I'm definitely back home.
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PoëzieAll Rights Reserved Copyright 2016 @smokeupthe-moon. I wish I knew what to say, Have a mind full of words Yet to be spoken, to be written, Colored in every shade of the rainbow, Cover emotions with how the human eye can see, This is...
