Through a veil of stupor,
He looks at the world around him;
Where he was born, how, and why he came here,
He no longer remembers.
With callused feet and hands,
tattered clothes covering his black, thick body,
Black, untidy, unkempt hair covering his head,
Heavily drugged, with a sleep fuddled mind,
He walks ahead,
Out Into the udnknown.
Hunger, thirst, pain, agony, misery
No longer bother him.
Even Death feels too scared to come near him,
let alone look into the red, bloodshot eyes,
of this frightful vagabond…