Time assaults his body like the relentless beating of a bat.
Eyes hang in sorrow
Stubble takes over his rosy cheeks
He smells of rank liquor,
dirt and rotten food.
He walks with hesitation,
pain in each step.
You do not know him,
or his frightening story.
You don’t even take notice as he fades into the scenery.
He doesn’t ask for anything.
Making his way the best he can.
His battle ended long ago and yet time slowly ticks on.
He is in every city,
every dark hopeless alley.
You’ve seen him and ignored him,
continuing to live in a illusion of what really is.
He might be someones dad
He is a son to his parents
An uncle, a friend.
He is here as you and I
With a purpose to find, a route to travel.
Yet sometimes we need help along the way
A kind reminder that we’re in it together
Next time you see him
When you react to his broken smile
To an outer exterior masking what truly lies beneath.