I walk with leaden feet
along broken pavements.
Ahead, an ever darkening sky.
My thoughts are lost and unclear
for the sound of my footsteps slowly consumes my brain.
Where are the lollipop ladies?
I need to stop.
I want to stop.
Rain falls heavily upon me
like some criminal sentence.
I should have brought an umbrella.
There must be a hole in my shoe
for I feel wetness there.
I fish around in my pockets and find a 5p plastic bag
only to discover it ripped.
I place it over my head
then the rain stops and skies clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem