The King of Nowhere Land

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.

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. This piece I recently wrote, about my bout of homelessness when i was 15.

Reviews

[Devanshu Rajput]

You beautifully described the feelings when you were of fifteen. I can feel your feelings through this creative piece of writing. Wonderful.......indeed........

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you for those kind words. Its taken me this long to write about it, i'm glad to know it translates so well to the reader.

[Devanshu Rajput]

Your welcome.

[Devanshu Rajput]

Your welcome.

[annabellee]

I'm sorry you had to go through this, I don't think I can imagine how hard this must have been. But you give such a creative and imaginative descreption of the situation. I absolutely loved it, especially the last two lines. I also really like the title, therefore I at first thought it was about a king until I read your note.
Excellent write :)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you for the review, Anna I also appreciate your kind words. Thankfully, i was able to survive that time in my life. I knew a few who suffered the same struggles, all made it the best they could. Ironically, I now work in a homeless shelter on weekends. It makes me thankful more than I could ever express. Thanks again.

[annabellee]

you're most welcome and I'm glad you got out of it :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad and powerful poem. Hard when the street is your home. Education of the street make you wiser and more careful. I like the description.
"breeze at his back, no steps to trace,
a boy walks with a man's face
such times kill--"
Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thanks, Coyote... it's one of my more personal pieces. I wasn't to sure about the structured format, but i'm glad it seems to have been a good move. Thanks for the great review.

[quinfinn]

i spent 16 months on the streets...so i totally get this. pride is a dangerous thing, it can deprive you of your basic needs...i never had to eat out of the garbage but it sure is no picnic, having no home. this is very keenly penned and exhibits some astoundingly good wordplay and brilliant language comprehension. i bow to your talent.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

You've humbled me yet again. I was homeless for about a year, it was a very crazy time for me. I was trying to capture the mindset i adopted to survive it all. I appreciate the spectacular review.

[quinfinn]

anytime......

[SyberRose]

Wow...I can't imagine not having a home to go to...how sad...especially as a youngster...nicely penned...Rose

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, Rose. It was a hardship, but I survived with the core of my character intact. These are the things that make life a beautiful tragedy.