Culture Shock

She walked so many miles from a place of little to a place of more then she could imagine.

stranded I stand alone in the darkness, busy streets sorround me, glaring lights awake me, a far cry from reality..... I walked so many miles

Small colourful tanks take to the streets, music, horns blare loudly

people like me....wait not like me are capped in cloths, I wear barely anything not even shoes, the mind bewildered at this sight.

Out of the wilderness and into the light.

Mouths are moving but I can't make the sounds, I try to speak but they can't make the sounds a different life I left behind far away this night.

Author's Note

I struggled with this piece of writing and am still not sure but let me know what you think!

Reviews

[Kevin Waken]

"people like me....wait not like me" good one, i respect your authenticity, good poem!

[Yahallo]

The poem potrays a quite vivid imagery. Thought-provoking.

[Simba]

Thank you yahallo

[KCthelastboyscout]

This feels like you are overwhelmed by a new world and struggling to catch up.reading this felt like it was hard to breathe.well done describing the emotions of this story