Hunchback Unknown

Where do you come from? And where do you go? Pigeon steps, crinkled blazer, bent Posture, sunken face, worn and never changed, Stumbling along your broken track Over hills, underpasses and tarmac Carrying shopping bags two for each Arm like a POW bound in Disciplinary harm, Face forward not taking a blink at a Passer-by knowing their staring giving you a eye, sometimes Laughing, never wondering why, your Just going to your home the empty, cold, and familiar abode, Away from anxiety of being, among the 'normal' then sitting Alone wonder if you even have a Phone? Just wrapped up in your in- Secure security like a forgotten Piece of furniture neglected and old, And what has happened now your bruised and covered with blood Continuing on your journey no one observing, just another phase of Learning that you’re a ghost, bright as the sun visible as bacteria on toast I don't even know your name Or even how old I just know your Lonely with sadness, shopping bags And a hunchback to hold so may you Receive everything you lack As you stumble quietly and alone, along your reclusive track And when you appear again out from the mist, to gather the essentials to continue in life's bliss, i hope your journey is peaceful without them taking the piss