Stranded

I am stranded
between this city and that land
my body here
my shadow there

nostalgia is a phobia
when nights die slowly
with fragments of poetry

i am caught in a pool of blood
yet my toes dig the morning sand
of my innocent days

i wear this city
with all its street lights
yet i cry the tears
that brought from home

i have sliced the night of this city
with words of anger
yet i sob as i learn
my anger is synonymous to hunger
that i carry from city to city
for the land i never own