foot to foot i travel
looking for the yellow key
to my room of marbles
eyebrows quite relaxed
raised towards the inner roof
of my hearty box
shoulders sinking in
sunday schedule preaching him
shaping hearts to squares
head against the door
could not take it anymore
things are bible black
wishes not to ask
questions never answered thus
nowhere to depart
Praying to the inner self and a beautiful writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well articulated and nicely penned piece. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.