Journeys

We steal moments of sleep and wake up exhausted,
I wake up from the freezing cold.
I can’t sleep until the sun rises,
my friend sleeps peacefully whilst I toss and turn,
we don’t rest for 6 days.

We feel the hunger early on,
I didn’t bring any food, it was too heavy.
I dream of the food from Aleppo,
Meat and yoghurt.
I decide to learn how to cook when I reach land.
— A Poem from a Migrant Across the Sea

 

 

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