Tiger run

The boy runs on, amber eyes wide and gold, shining in the darkness.
His eyes search the wilderness of the street, yearning for a place to rest.
His life destroyed and cracked, covered over by the dark.
The darkness creeping over invisibly like an illness, turning families over and unwrapping lies like mouldy sweets and sticking them to walls, so obvious but hurtful.
The boys heart is scared but wild itching for his life back, to run into sunlight would be hard.
The hot air clings to his body making him restless and ill.
The day a mere mirage on the humid surface of earth, the cloggy fumes unite as one and go in as an army on the boys health.

But like a tiger he runs.