2 Paths

Wrote poem about a homeless man and an ex convict
Then put it to Ai music maker. Added music over top seems original music was little flat
In the streets
A homeless man full of pain writes his own fate,
Each day repeats, not how his story began. This misery had to wait.
Each bruise a story etched on broken skin, loses battles before they begin.
He fights his demons, longing for escape.
Wishing for his reapers date
Forced to throw hands with a mountain of a man .
He fights the drunken bully who is swiftly is on his arse, knocked out fully.
Arounf his head blood pooling fast.
Faced life's challenges, nothing but defiant
Bully will never get up again
The bum had slayed the giant
But prison now will house his pain
A number replacing his forgotten name.
His will be a new flavour of pain.
A former inmate, tethered to the past, socially dictatored outcast
judgment casting it's shadow with every stride, it'll follow. never able to hide
He pleads for a chance. To make amends
But deaf ears dance him to his bitter ends.
In a desperate grasp, he once more looks to his past
He discards his chip, as he walks into the bar.
Of all hope he's stripped , mentally wearing his scar.
He craved a life, but fate gave him a cell,
His is a story that won't end well.
At the bar he trys drowning his despair. but alcohol doesn't want to fight fair.
At the door, a bum begging for change but gets no attention
Hey ol timer C'mon over here.
The ex con stumbles from his chair, his drunk eyes scream bad intention.
Suddenly dives at the old man.
Wildly swinging a massive hand.
Come here you filthy bastard.
His footing he hadn't mastered.
One swift punch later he's on his arse.
Smashed his head on the bars corner
The ex cons sentence, has come to pass
Death came & not a single mourner.
In the silence where their stories entwine,
They find their end in a world so unkind.
they ended up on the same path
destiny designed the map
each would own only half
in the vicous circle they were trapped
arrival merely noted ASAP
fate was gift wrapped