A Journey

An allegory of poverty and illegal national market trading

He's been living his life so drunk and stoned,

looks at his life,

He knows its time to pack his things,

and go on home.

He has seen the hidden sights

of the old unknown,

He has read verses,

Only candlelight's have shown.

He left an old man,

And he came back old,

Carrying with him only a bitter cold

A violent war he fought and won,

A war to tear down the tower of a rich mans gold.

He watched as the rich mans royal flush

turned into a handful of folds.

With one last hit of the sweet leaf,

One last swig of whiskey.

His story becomes a legend in history.

Words debated and forever told,

of the man that destroyed the rich mans gold.

Reviews

[LivingDeath]

Wow this is very deep. Even though I'm only 18 I used to be hardcore into drugs trying to ease the pain of a past I try to forget, and I used to drink ontop of that, so this really got to me. It broke my father I's relationship until I finally learned that I was going down the wrong road. I went to jail for some of the things I did, but in the end came crawling back to my dad and I've been sober and drug free since. Very good poem. 10/10

[shoaib]

nice work !

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

well written nice flow good imagery it was a good read