Like a paraplegic dog,
on two feet he stood alone.
Like an innocent fog,
by the slightest breeze, he was blown.
Like a permanent infinity,
he became an endless query of himself.
Like an unholy trinity,
he fed on blessings with unclean delf.
Always clueless to the placement of the sun,
he could not discern his today from tomorrows.
The fatherless one, an only son,
he could count on none but his sorrows.
Lost in the tempo of his affinity,
he did not realize the passing hours.
Cursed with time's irregularity,
all things the clock devours.
Like a blind man missing hands to feel,
he pressed his cheeks against the ground.
The hot surface made him squeal.
His face was burned and browned.
It's unfortunate, his fear of every sound,
the only things that truly worked were his ears.
Always hungry with no food around,
the only salt he tasted was his tears.
He walked in circles like rings around Saturn.
Though his mind wandered him to a different place,
His feet had memorized the pattern.
His past mistakes where all he could chase.