From Corporate to Homeless

Free verse Writing Prompt #3

As his imagination slips away from him
He constantly sees himself as that guy.
The one who has no food to eat,
His clothing is tattered and torn and
His shoes are badly worn.

He secretly fears that he is the next
To set on the streets, while being ignored
By the next man who fears his most
Deepened fears.

That he is the next one to set on the streets
With no food to eat.
With clothing that is tattered and torn.

From bossed-up to strung out.
They hurry along, as not to stare for too long
At their greatest fears.

Corporate suits today but homeless and broken the next day.