The King of Nowhere LandA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)nowhere to goBanished 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 AuthorTravis 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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