From humble beginnings,
To living like a king
To humble endings,
My life’s story, has a solid middle
But they,
People,
Only consider what they see.
Never mind,
That at one point
I was once
One of you,
You look at me,
With eyes of disdain
As I look at you.
Pardon my liquor filled breath
But what you see
As a habitat for livestock
Is what I call home,
Funny thing though,
It moves, with me,
Wherever I please.
See,
I talk and kid with myself
To maintain my sanity,
Drowning
In rationed liquor,
I am my own company.
Scraping and scrounging
Trying to survive
In a world full of people,
Unwilling to help
What am I to them except
A speed-bump on the road?
Dying would be so simple
Easy even,
Plenty of broken glass
In my trusty trash can,
A well-placed slit
And that’s it.
But no, I choose not to
My will to live
Is not governed
Or driven by you
And your careless stares.
I’ve survived this long
Living on scraps
And my hope, for a better day
Through the belief
Of a higher existence.
I once became a king
In your world
With little to no help,
And if it happened once
It can surely happen again.
– Original-Dante ©2015
Photograph by:Â TiagoTakesPictures
5 Day Photo/ Story Challenge Day 1
The Chaser Of Dreams nominated me for the 5 Day Photo/ Story Challenge, its been really interesting so far. You can check out her blog here.
The Guidelines:
Post a picture each day for five consecutive days. Attach a story to accompany
*can be fiction / non-fiction
*poem / short paragraph
*each day nominate another blogger
Moral of the story here is that no-one is superior or inferior to anyone, we’re all equals. In turn, don’t ever assume you have nothing more to learn from those you think are not worthy of your time.
For my Day 2Â nomination I choose my good friend Dorinda. You can visit her blog at Night Owl Poetry
Later people! 🙂
O.D. 
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