Alone

He's never been so tired,

He's never been so alone.

He'll lie, claim he's fine,

But his match burns dimly.

The rain almost extinguishes it,

But he has a will to live.

His leg is sore,

A cut runs through to the bone,

But there are no crutches in sight,

There are no people in sight.

He is sick,

Mind and body,

With no one to medicate him.