Dirty, grimy unwashed and uncaring
Creeping along in the shadows
Hugging the darkness like a shield against sensibility
Hurrying through stinking hallways and littered staircases
Passing the lit windows of places that offer warmth
But there is no shelter from his plight
It lay against his skin like the ill-fitting fabric of his clothes
It eats into his soul like leprosy
Carving away bits and pieces of his life with every intake
He chose
He has a son
He has a family
He had a life
He had a purpose
He chose
Another night
Creeping out
Another night
Hugging the darkness
Crying into his soot stained hands
He tells himself that it will be the last
He makes a vow to cease his madness
Darkness falls
He remembers his son
He remembers his family
He remembers his life
He looks out into the night
He can hear the wind whisper
…just one…
He chose