The Prodigal So Far Gone Poem by Thomas Duncky

In broad day light he dared took another route
Forsaking any other word to carry the burden of his youth
He, to the end of life headed, with dear pride on his back
To conquer the world with only a young lover at his side
Then, a grave route he took they said
But inside he knew for each quest there are always prices to be paid
So he took what was his at the time
And headed on hoping all would be fine
He followed his heart for directions
Beating every time and shooting toward his aspirations
But what can dark hearts long for if not for trouble?
So soon there he was in a cobweb of trouble fully entangled
His heart; dampen and sour
Adrenaline rising every hour
So the prodigal son was destined to this fate
From the start they knew his soul was cursed
Then he took on his journey after the Rambo
Past the trouble into the jungle
Where with outlaws he spends his life
Away from pure souls which from the start were not his type