He Never Lived

A dead man sits across the way,
but somehow he still breathes,
he would lie there every day,
would never, ever leave.
He shoots the sunshine through veins,
Thinks he’s indestructible,
To them he doesn’t have a name,
Locked inside his bubble.
All he does is sit and stare,
At nothing in the street,
Trapped in a world where no one cares,
No shoes are on his feet.
A scraggly beard hangs from his face,
His coat is full of holes,
His eyes, they stare off into space,
No longer chasing goals.
Last night he shivered in the street ,
Was caught in a snow storm,
He felt that death was oh so sweet,
He finally felt warm.
Today his spot is empty,
Those people never cared,
Nobody even realized,
He was no longer there.