Like A Wounded Animal Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

So foreign in an obvious place,
Like a breathless animal chasing her own dream,
Awaiting a new place to rest
Can't sleep, since nature is too loud,
She feels carried by something different nowadays,
Is it the sun, a light, or a curious person's flashlight?
It doesn't matter, but yet it does,
It hurts, like never anything previously
A lot lost, in a haze of an unfamiliar environment, Just a place that is a space, but yet isn't home,
Feels like another reason to suffer, but it offers caffeine and a previous smell of life