#WritcoPoemPrompt22
He drops on the sandy folds,
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or in partial his own God.
Under his own God damned will,
he continues to fight,
and stand for what he believes in.
The man has just hit 30 years old,
and life,
had already took its toll,
under A bridge,
he lived,
ever since he had been,
A 14 year old kid,
A troll,
He was born not to fit in,
An outcast slash misfit ass,
troublesome in nature,
it's only been in his nature,
his only friend has been nature,
so the Earth,
is the only thing he will not trash,
he had never learned to read,
and the guy he can't write,
but wise he is,
like he has lived two century's,
People who do not fear him,
and will engage the drifter in conversation,
leave with A gift of humbleness,
after hearing the strangers's story of his past,
You would never stopped to think, that this genius had only made it through the fourth grade,
parent died in a house fire,
while he had made it out safely.
No aunt or uncles,
to take his ass in,
mother was A whore,
a slut bitch,
who had a kid pregnant by A trik,
She herself had been A run away,
so from 11 till 14,
this kid stayed silent in foster care domains.
Sexually abused by A few,
and others beat him physically.
No punishment the child saw,
for his abuser's,
but only for him to keep on changing homes.
He skipped every day of school,
just to sit anywhere there was a tree,
or A water way,
until the police found him,
and took him back to wherever it was,
that he was supposed to be.
The boy Got his lucky break one day,
when A bad foster parent gave him A chance to opt out,
Run kid just run away,
he had heard the foster parent say,
so that day he packed A bag,
and ever since all he has ever had,
is his own thoughts,
as he almost never left the spot,
that his mother past away that firery day,
as not many ever even knew he had, such the life that he has,
but hell who cares,
cause,
don't we all have it just as bad?

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