I walk these streets a stranger lost in the pouring rain
no one seems to know my name
under the shelter of an awning I stand
and try to remember why I came
the lure of a real love
and the precious gift of the family unit
memories lost and gone
swept away like dusty leaves in the wind
let this hard water wash me clean of my sins
my head spins
revolving in the questions of the searching heart
and then it starts again
the thunder crash
the lighting flash
the puddle's splash
cars drive by with passengers on an unknown journey
yet my destination remains a mystery
just a single man looking for himself
in the reflection of the dirty liquid that pools on the street
I feel the sting of my aching feet
on the unyielding concrete pavement
as neon lights glow in the distance
yet I do not recognize the signs
waiting for some one to show me my way home
yet I remain a shadow on the wall
left like a littering stain
erased and drowning
in the endless depths of forsaken pain
lost in the moving crowd
I wish some one
anyone
would speak to me
just a simple greeting stated aloud
but I remain branded with the mark of a stranger
as I begin to walk once move
chilled to the bone by the cascading shiver
wondering who shall deliver me from my exile
as I fade into the merging scene of a painting
forever displayed in shades of grey
as no one seems to notice my existence
on this road of endless miles
and no one ever smiles
in the Philadelphia rain
Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem