He situated himself in such an obscure manner, unaccompanied and solo.
There was a heavy rainfall, so luckily he didn't have very far to go.
He was robust, solid and powerful.
He had exposed himself, unprotected and whole.
Nobody knew this fellow, he appeared unnerved and was alarmed.
He was unguarded, and unharmed.
This demented man grew so powerful and intense.
Standing proud in defense.
Miscalculated from the legislation and thrown into solitary most of his besotted life.
Grievously, mournful living in strife.
He weeps through his nights, and forcibly struggles through the days.
Standing strong, solely, denuded in a rainfall, but tenaciously, he will be okay.
©terrylin53
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