With a hollowness, he fell.
The lone traveler.
His rob effused dust.
Eyes ran out of tears,
his pocket was dry without a penny!
Fire was in his heart,
So, in the stomachs of his children.
Water was not enough,
to quench both.
Flashes of tired faces screamed hunger.
Deafening! he shut his ears.
His whole being begged for sleep.
The hinges of his eyelids grew weak.
Windows to his burdened soul were closing.
Even life abandoned him!