I wake up and look around me.
All I can see is the grey pavement,
The black garbage bag,
And black crows hovering around it;
The impressions of footpath tiles on my arm
My back stiff, my body sore
I scream in frustration, no sound is heard
My stomach rumbles.
I stagger till the garbage bag, shooing the crows away.
They had eaten my share of the left over.
Still hungry, I walked till the next house.
Looking for an unconsumed trash bag, I collapse.
I wake up and look around me,
A blurred white face appears.
A kick, a punch, the vibe of hatred,
A scolding for having trespassed his property.
Back onto the road, I stumble about.
Helpless, I eat the skin off my foot,
The moss off the rock and a wild mushroom
They stare at me, disgust on their faces,
Revulsion in their hearts, abuses in their speech,
Money in their pockets, they spit at me.
My stomach ran; I barfed.
Maybe my meal wasn’t fit for me.
With an empty stomach, a weak body,
I try to stay up; I collapse again.
I wake up and look around me,
Feeling different, light, weightless,
There was no more hunger, no more pain.
Confused, I look back again.
There lay my body, crumbled and lifeless,
The hurt and emotions disappeared.
I sighed in relief,
Having escaped the hurt, the hunger, the poverty.