He sits
In a dark alleyway, he hides.
His clothes are worn and ripped,
fear in his eyes.
The pain he witnessess is unbearable.
More pain than you and I will see in our lives.
Lonely and hungry,
but he needs to survive...
He learns to be ruthless,
and develops a criminal mind.
He needs to eat, and resorts to robbery.
He waits patiently, till theres no light in the sky,
Half past midnight,
comin home from work, a man walks by.
A simple robbery...
turns to a bloody homicide.
The man feels something sharp,
deep in his spine.
He looks back and sees a dark figure,
and two devilish eyes...
Then falls to the ground,
and bleeds til he dies.
The homeless man now more scared then ever,
he begins to cry.
For he knows, his soul has been sold,
haunted by the devil for the rest of his life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem