'Manless Home Or Homeless Man'
© Raul Cortes Jr. 9-2-19
I'm roaming, like a disconnected WiFi service.
Alone but not entirely dejected, as if I was primetime nervous.
Went & had breakfast at the college cafeteria.
Snuck into the pool locker room for a shower, hope I'm not looked at as inferior.
What to do, where to go & who to meet?
Limited funds, is there primitive fun I can seek?
Praying for a miracle, displaying my all-lyrical.
This phase appears miserable, this maze is really spherical.
I continue to muscle through the struggle, without a hustling bone to be empirical.
I'm a public speaker, creative writing beacon, led by the spiritual.
Family-seeker, a man of romantic aspirations.
Peak physical condition, wisdom intact in every situation.
I'm roaming, I already am what I am looking for.
No man is a island, I'm fainting on dry sand, Lord please lead me to another person who has took to shore.
©polo
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