(life Poem) A Make Believe Paradise Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Living on the edge of financial disaster.
From the depth of my soul screams of poverty.
So scared of what the future might hold.
Walking down a street trying to pass my self off as a business man in ragged cloths.
Writing down my stories on napkins like a famous author you may know.
Living in the woods, trespassing on others claims to land.
Watching out for someone who might have a gun in hand.
Seeing right front me a posted tree.
Keep out or face the consequences.
Vagrants are never welcome.
Using everything I know to survive when money can no longer be made.
Building a camp fire to stay warm under a bridge.
Only when the river is down or I might drown.
How many times can I be knocked down?
How many times must I go through this?
Before something of a true and steady calling is found.
Lay off after lay off, encircle haunt and taunt me.
A jack of all trades.
A master of none.
A pleasure of working for fun.
From digging hands in the earth, to cutting some wood with a chainsaw.
Even the crows are cawing at my future.
They hope I will die.
Take everything away from a man and what does he got left.
A basic instinct.
Primal to the time of 18th century.
On foot I have always traveled, and once again I might be forced do so.
When the rent backs up and the electric keeps running.
Will the unemployment be enough.
How will I put food on my table when I lose my place in which I live.
I pray whole heartedly my side job succeeds.
With almost no money to put into it.
And customers expecting to be fronted the fix.
Quite a predicament, so apparent I can feel myself going ghostly white in a make believe paradise.