Lonliness...a rich man's grave

He's ragged, he's worn.
His clothes...they are stained and torn.
Unsettling
Harsh
The stench how it seeps, and he reeks of this
foul drink,
of a lifestyle so far from peace.
Far from the light that his lonely heart needs.
He is cold, and they hate him.
They mock him, they disgrace him.
What sickness does penetrate so deep,
to turn a man so far we can't even weep....
In his packet there lies a buck, or two,
perhaps he has a few grand. No money he
has no need, you see he is a rich man
full of lies and full of greed.
This man has a hunger,
of something to feed,
a sickness so deep,
Loneliness will be,
his tragic end.