Change

A young man, hunger on his lips, but not for food,
He stands in the chill, where coffee shop dreams elude.
Thin and cold, he hides from the watchful view,
Asking for change with his soul's battle, I construe.

He craves change to quell the demon within his soul,
A battle raging, a torment that takes its toll.
Invisible chains, he hides the pain from cravings deep,
Behind his stoic face, dark shadows do creep.

He's not seeking shelter, but different circumstance,
He wrestles with demons in a painful dance.
He struggles with the craving for the poison's call,
Invisible scars as deep as shadows on the wall.

A coffee shop's haven, where warmth and light unite,
Yet for him, it's a battlefield, an ongoing fight.
A young man, lost in the depths of his own despair,
In the early morning's quiet, the world seems unaware.