Analysis of less a voice

looking forward naturally
captivated and curious
wandering voice alongside his santity
content in his weary driftwood of poverty
passing his can over and under empty hands
standing midway between the sky and the sands
him,with his charming expression
wasted away with regret,neglet and silent depression
a long running feud within himself
the need to be loved, longed for and felt
with eyebrows raised, a single thought.
partial to malice, aswell starved out
blood becomes the air from his mouth
his breath releases a calming yawn, an unruffled yearn
still keeping true to his old routine
silence to ease the burden,
less a servered tongue.