Exul

A sharp pang of brusque pain blistered his weakened skin
His frail body shivered to the echo of the hostile darkness
His empty stomach growled with intense hunger and famine.

Barefooted, he walked the streets marked by malevolence
Clothed barely, stripped of humanity
In his shadows lingered the stench of death.

Dead man on the inside, mortally decayed.
Abandoned by justice, forsaken by hope.