Worn Out Road

Nicotine stained hands yellowed with age cracked fingers shaking inhaling his last breaths drinking bottles of cheap wine hardship his only crime. Sunken eyes gone misty remembering a different life from long ago now a distant memory numbing every trace of their loving faces from his pain stricken mind. Many harsh Winters lived through every season roaming on endless street begging for money for something to eat and drink. The open spaces his shelter with weathered sky overhead stripped naked and bare to the soul he trudged along on the endless road going to nowhere. Broken were his heart and dreams sad memories still consumed him following him like a shadow through drunken binges and smoke filled rooms with other strangers whose lives were also ruined. As he laid his head down to rest from his inner journey of haunting thoughts weary to the bone from exhaustion he closed his eyes for the last time using the stars as his pillow.