A cold night

All alone in that lonely road;

a cold night

It rained cat and dog

considering my action;

like the Israelites

but no I affirmed to myself;

It is better to die on the street;

than to die in a  house of a murderer

Walking with a lifeless body

A walking dead

without direction;

a scalar quantity 

walking through the road of darkness

walking through den of thieves

just wanted to find a shelter 

they was nothing to steal from me;

my clothes just wrapped in an Ankara bag

finally found a shelter;

a lightened entrance 

Laid my head;

then suddenly a touch;

a touch that raced my heart

begged and begged;

but he took me in

Who could that be?

Was it my angel?

I found hope