A KID I MET ROADSIDE.

Crusted sweats was a road through his dusted face.

His hand were dangling like a pendulum.

His legs were shivering like an alcoholic.

His eyes drowned and dimmed,

So much of stories buried inside.

And i could feel his tighten chest,

That breath stuck on his chest,

I could feel his churning acidified stomach,

That terrible hunger cramp.

So much was a suffering,

Even the death would do justice even if it's early.