Gutters overflowing, water cascading
hammering the street, hammering me.
Hat pulled low protecting face against the rain
hands in my coat pockets keeping dry
wanting for skies to clear, longing for the sun.
- Hallelujah
Life seen through rose coloured glasses
Walk the green mile with empty eyes
Too late to save my drowning heart.
Deep wet pools on pavements
Where to walk, where to start?
what choice do I have?
See a number 5.
- Hallelujah
Bus packed with sardine looking people
squeezed like a sponge.
Tears are never dry and fish never cry
wanting space, finding space, find peace
free of this world
hear a call from above.
- Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, JJ. Thanks