Into the Grey

In the grey of the evening,
I walked the dirty black street,
Tired and drenched in the pouring rain,
I felt cold, lonely, deplete.

As I looked up into the sky,
The drops felt like artillery shells,
Dropped by bombers above and high,
It hurt a lot but I couldn’t yell!

And then it happened on the way,
My soul flew from my carcass,
Slowly, steadily to the grey,
Floating, without a conscience.

I flew steady – higher, higher
Astound and shocked, to the clouds,
Like a newborn, with no desire,
But with plenty of doubts.

Thunder boomed, but I didn’t hear,
Lightning struck, I didn’t see,
The sheet of rain went through me clear,
I reached the sky, cleansed and free.