Slave

Another lonely being.
Another lost sole.
Another life without love.
Nothing but hope remains.
A pail, bloody face filled with tears for the lost and eyes filled with sorrow.
Muddy skin covered in blood encases thin, bony libs that haven't held food for years.
A stomach pained from starvation near a heart with no love.
Lungs wheeze and croak, trying to take in as much air as possible, but not much clean air remains.