Husk life, transient
Drifting from bed to bed, couch to mattress to rolled out sleeping bag
They had everything going for them
Their futures glowing with possibilities
Their hearts recycled for a place to belong
Until it happened
Anxiety to depression, depression to bipolar disorder to a fixed self doubt
The only thing permanent in their lives;
The constant consistency of tar in their lungs
And shivers down their spines
Wandering drifting adapting struggling to survive