Catharsis II: An Army of Words (AUDITIONS)

Applicant #8: Battle in a Life of a Beggar

He woke up early to prepare for battle.

A battle where he himself have badly suffered. A never ending war for the likes of him, a man who struggles for what happiness and life's true meaning. He prepared his armor, it was old and it stinks. But he have no choice but to wear it, because it was better than nothing.

He wondered, yet again, if he would win this day. Or would poverty, hunger and sickness claim him as one of its many victims?

Suddenly, his empty stomach grumbled. Wanting to satisfy his starvation, he pushed his cart, his loyal locomotive. It serves as his fortress at night and his weapon at day. With no definite place to go, he let his feet lead his way. He started looking for scraps and things that he could sell later. So he could buy something that could take his hungriness away.

As he rested under the shade of a tree, loneliness gripped his heart once more. Tears began flowing from his eyes as he remembered the love ones he lost to this battle. It pained him so much that he couldn't even save them from the war which was vested to them. A son who died at the street, hit by a car while begging for something to eat. And a wife and his unborn child claimed by hunger and sickness.

He hated himself for being strong yet weak. Strong that his body refused to surrender. Yet, weak that he couldn't even climb up from the sinking poverty that he was in.

Hope is a luxury he couldn't afford. Desperation was all he felt, all he knew. He even forgot how to be happy. He seeks nothing more than sanity, to live his life as a payment for not being able to protect those he hold dear.

He understood that his life is not important anymore. It was just that he couldn't die on his own accord. He owed his life to them, the family that left him so soon.

He must continue living, fighting his war. War against life. War against his own heart and life.

A man took pity on him and throw a large bill in front of him. Tears started flowing from his eyes down to his dirty cheeks. In his mind was not rejoice. In his her heart, there was no relief. For with pity of others, he should live again. Another day, in a war he didn't want to be in.