The
smell of Shit and piss in pants
Like a drunkard he looked shagged,
shattered
Psychotic, neurotic and epileptic,
deceased
Wandering from place to place
Like a kite snapped off and
wandering
In the sky away from the handler
Detached umbilical cord severed in
the womb
Tempest to the sea, stormed tossed
and forgotten
Beaten heavily against the waters
and the rocks
Having a droopy face, shoulders
dropped
Head and foot dragging along the
highway and streets
Walked in and out of the tombs empty
handed and barefoot
A ship on an empty ocean broken
sail, mast and helm, void of compass
Carried away with the wind waves and
sea to its doom
A bird without a nest, a lion
wandering devoid of den
And way he wandered towards the
plains and moors
Valleys mountains forests and swamps
Not paying attention to the rain,
snow, sun and cold
More or less like an arrow which
narrowly missed its target
A bullet missing its target by miles
and shooting away into nothing
A dry leaf blown helter and skelter
by the sudden gust of wind
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