A Drifting Vagabond Dwells
An obscure dweller became a d r i f t i n g wanderer,
straying from all things of beauty and charm.
The depths of his soul reached nomadic heights-
DEEPER than hell’s reverie, HIGHER than heaven’s torch.
Inside this mendicant resided yearnings to travel-
a way to ease his mind and free himself from captivity.
He needed not the ways of a s e t t l e d life, just craved
an EXISTENCE of being a destitute vagrant.
In hours of confusion, he found moments of clarity-
for even being held inside a cave, he rambled and
s c r a m b l e d for a way to survive on his own. No man
could ever be such an itinerant VAGABOND…such as he.
Seeking remnants of days of yore, he realized his purpose-
to be a bum, a r o v e r thirsting for a prison to release
himself from. Even during days of remorse, he found comfort
in being a r e s t l e s s gypsy…lost in a world of the ESTABLISHED.
Form V - Verse Me A Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
September 29, 2017
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