![]() The King of Nowhere LandA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)![]() nowhere to go![]() Banished prince of Queen's throne, He has nowhere to call home. Left with just shoes and attire, His troubled head can't retire.
Breeze at his back, no steps to trace; A boy walks with a man's face. Such times kill--- he has to do something, Keenly contemplating his new found nothings.
Bitter heart in hand, he surveys the land, Free of rule--- all his to command. Standing tall, he tested all, Already to low to fear a fall.
Never accepting a corner of bread, Much to proud for the gesture. Walking fearless where most don't tread. Survive--- giving himself the lecture.
Never expecting his reign to last... Self proclaimed King--- sips from his empty glass.
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Added on June 13, 2013Last Updated on December 12, 2013 Tags: homelessness, survival Author![]() Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Oblivion's edge, OHAboutBeen here for some time... My work is my life. Read and I hope you enjoy. I will return the sentiment. more..Writing
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