Arrival

Things have

changed,

the people are

strange—

they dont

recognize my

face anymore.

The grass was

green, like

nothing youv'e

seen—

now all I

have are

these pills

and a broken

floor.

Things have

changed,

these things are

strange...

the sole of my

soul awaits,

tattered alone...

it seems like

not too long ago,

your arrival was

a footstep

on cold

cobblestone.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (26/3/2012)