stranded in a small secluded area
with only a cell phone to hold
the sky is pouring heavy
nothing special here to be told
but it's not something that
should stop me from taking a break
to sip on a cup of hot coffee while
sitting on a warm sofa for my own sake
in order to reach my destination
under this unpleasant circumstance
i must run the speed of a cheetah
throttle the wind and rain in an instance
i'm a plant bided here alone
thinking, waiting and cradled more time
should i do it fearlessly?
or just wait for that lifeline?
so i wait patiently in silence
a professional assassin would
preying for the right moment
an amazing deadly predator should
like a victim shot dead in the head
the rain miraculously die
one by one the misfits appeared
in a blink of an eye
now this is where i should leave
to finish this i must stop writing i believe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem