The figure with matted hair Walks aimlessly down the alley. In search of something used, to eat, Dying at every footstep, Teeth clenched with pain, Knees buckled in fear, Falling over with hunger, Panting out of breath. No home, No love. Searching for nothing, maybe something. Flies surround the rotting smell, Yearning for death, Yearning for love. Needing answers, Needing care. The weathered mind Drifts away Seeking a prayer, Seeking a life. Many things they've done wrong, Lying there, in the shadows.
