A foreign place embraced my slight slumber
does it haunt me so?
To rise to new lands having no reason
why am I here?
Those strewn about recollections like confetti
now spat out on my rug.
New surroundings only baffle me
where is the rest of me?
My eyes, hands and mind left out
in the cold for the frost.
Not needed albeit they have a purpose solely mine
for my conveyance.
Shut only this world
once called mine.
Now has it become ours?
Copyright © ANDREA TRAVIS | Year Posted 2015
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