Europe (stomping grounds)

My feet crave your history,
as I my id tells me your the best thing I'll ever know.
And I wish I could greet your waterfalls, but the land of the free calls me.
I'll wonder if your tower is lonely as the sun sets on another beautiful day in France,
I wish I could climb you, sending shivers through my limbs that meet your metal spine.

But you, Budapest, need lights to show me your sorrow.
I long to walk down your streets hoping to find meaning,
but should I put so much trust into architecture?

And I've read of your descendants hailing from your castles,
carrying their pain and knowledge upon their backs.
I've seen them transform, I've seen them protect.
Was it you?
Was it your fault?
How many have died?
I wish you never knew Prague.

And finally, I'll confront one of my homes,
the damage you've done to me,
giving me personality and shelter.
I'm confused by what you do to me,
I'm ashamed of what you mean.
Knowing only bits of your tongue,
I release you from my mouth,
but I fear I'll never have an October in Poland.


this was really just me reflecting on places in Europe that I want to see before I die. France is somewhere I wanna go for its art, Budapest is simply just a beautiful place (from what I've seen in pictures) and I can see myself enjoying every moment there. I also want to go to Prague because of the stories that come from there, it looks depressing, but I feel like I can relate to the land. And finally Poland. I want to find if I have any family still in Poland (which I probably do). I can speak bits of Polish and I used to have full conversations, but it's been a while. The reason I wrote this is because I needed to write something and have someone critique it, so if you have time, please give me feedback, take care!