The Forgotten Man

He walked with no purpose, lost in a faceless crowd

Scabby hands, broken fingernails surrounded by an air of despair

He inhaled a grey veil of temporary solace

Lost eyes, searching for lonely purpose in the eyes of the careless

An exhale of grey poison brought him back

A man with nothing, slave to the world

A broken soul, the burn returning and gnawing at his being.

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