Visions not yet seen come to life.
-Maybe all the lies that lay beneath
the lingering poverty.
You pass and he is begging for change
The picture is clear
yet naked eye can not see
what is that walks along
taking its steps in a hurry
among the forgotten door.
-One that was opened not long ago.
knees are bruised
in disguise covering the truth
with a hood on your head
taking away the breathing space
of the morning sun.
Trying to touch the parts so limited
when you walk the valleys
when you take stairs of understanding.
-Long ways til tomorrow
when time stands still
on a broken clock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intense poem very well written. We all see the poverty and pain of the homeless but your poem goes much deeper just as the solution to this problem of humanity has deep and challenging roots.