Haiku Friday – Chilled
Weeping, slate hued sky
Icing the morning moisture
Clinging to my skin
Gritty sandy eyes
Pasted to the red numbers
In immigrant hell
Warm, welcoming home
But still the chill sinks deeper
The end is not near
I woke up before dawn this morning and biked to the town hall where I found myself briefly underneath a small mob of flailing fellow immigrants before emerging with ticket number 2. Everything went smoothly but my head is pounding from lack of sleep (only about 4 hours) and I’m suffering permanent chill from sweating profusely in the cold and rain. And it’s not even 11 am yet.
Oh and go read yesterday’s post cause it needs more comments [insert sad little pleading face here].
Then, when you’re done with that you can click here for more haikus.
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may your immigrant hell end quicker… :O
Holy hell i hope you get out of there fast!
Glad it’s worked out so far. How awful to bike in the cold rain.
That sounds absolutely miserable. Hope the rest of your day goes better.
Glad it finally went smoothly. I’d go catch a nap with the meows. =^..^=
Hope you were able to beat the chill and get some rest. Getting the number 2? That is just good flailing on your part!
Nice haiku! I could feel your pain. You need a blankie and some hot cocoa.
We’re having the same kind of weather lately. These town hall number things sound absolutely horrid.
Blimey, you got number two, well done. And great haiku as usual.
aaah it’s freezing in the morning….now who likes fall still? I still hate it :p
Wow, you’re able to extend to me the chills through that ‘Ku!
Have a nice week!
Oh, I recognise this story … I’ve been an immigrant in Belgie for more than 3 years now. It improves.