homeless and lost

greedy and weeping ,alone with the shore so far beyond my path . the ground a shaking dirt on my hands from the path ive dug. thristy and homeless with no rations to hold me over to the next moon. lost and sad with doubts and welts on my back from my long past , i wish i knew the creature that stands this pain all alone , the person i used to be , the person that was once me, once something i could be proud of and desire. someone i used to be instead of this instead of just tired. cold when it snows feel the frostbite threw my fingers and the flea bites threw my pants crawling up my ankles to make everything itch. softness on the hard ground and dirt back on my hands even now.