Drifter With a Great Mind
Peace and Serenity: Calmness in a Deluge
Neath' the dump of so called city he dwells.
Sitting in the wind and laughing so wide.
Naked in the wind - as he virtue sells.
And delights in the heavy drifter pride.
Once a great deluge swiftly wiped their hopes.
As the noon leisured on a grassy field.
And he heard people and their souls on ropes.
He buried the vile in a stoic shield.
No elegance, no charm, this great stride needs
With a strength of thought, all the world he's got.
Glance of the present beauty his heart feeds.
And in solitude no battles he fought.
Convict, dirt bag, yet of a mighty mind,
Even burdened, freedom will always find.
You said it in a poem what I had to write a whole article explaining. It good to see feelings I have also had expressed differently by another. Feels like solidarity.
No greater triumph in creative expression, but to find unity in experience and emotion with another.