In the dim glow of city streets,
He found solace in shadows deep,
A poet’s heart that fiercely beats,
In every word, a secret to keep.

Through bottles empty and dreams full,
He wove stories of raw, rugged grace,
In every line, a pull so subtle,
A reflection of life’s unyielding pace.

With ink-stained hands and weary eyes,
He danced with the ghosts of his past,
In the solitude where truth lies,
Creating verses that forever last.

A rebel soul in the world’s embrace,
Charles, the bard of the broken and bruised,
His journey, a testament to the chase,
Of finding beauty where others refused.