In a new town walks a man
His name is Bisan but they call him Dan
All alone in this world
His house for freedom he sold
But the key in his hand he still holds

In this town walks the man, all alone
His body dusted, skin and bone
His soul bewildered, yet strong
His only wish is to find where he can belong

In a new town walks a man
with no home, no identity
Only a suitcase,
his suitcase is empty.

This is a personal poem about my journey as a refugee, and still feeling like a refugee even after many years in exile.

Amanda Graham

Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
Amanda Graham