Drifter With a Great Mind
Peace and Serenity: Calmness in a Deluge
Editor’s Note: Viktor says it in a poem what I had to write a whole article explaining. It’s good to see feelings I have also had expressed differently by another. Feels like solidarity.
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.