EMOTIONAL IMMIGRANT

Hopeless he stands

in front of heavy stones.

Feeling the upcoming storm

deep

in his broken bones.

“Emotional immigrant

and homeless “,

he always declared.

Ages have passed,

since

someone cared.

At last he has found

a co-funded tenderness.

But after all that

he has lost his eagerness…

Again he declared:

“Nothing to desire”.

“You can’t put

already burnt wood (wound)

back to  fire”…

PF