Unlike The Stateless Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

In the pitch-black of the pin-drop night
Deep-sleep wakened to an estranged bed
Unsure of flight or fight, or wrong and right
I toss in nightmare of the life I led.

I am at the end of a work assignment
In a far distant and hostile country
Alone - trapped deep in a predicament
Of suspended payments not knowing why.

Unable to access the funds I need,
Packing, unpacking, missing my plane flight:
In despair to resolve things and make speed
Doubling-back desperate to make things right.

But I am here at home and all is well
Unlike the stateless in this living hell.