In the shadows of the cityâs glow,
He wandered through the night,
With whiskey warmth and cigarette smoke,
Seeking solace in the fight.
Words spilled like rain on paper,
Unfiltered thoughts in verse,
A life of chaos and of grit,
Beneath the universe.
Bars and rooms and endless streets,
Where dreams and demons met,
In the quiet hum of solitude,
A poetâs soul was set.
Through struggle, pain, and fleeting joy,
He carved his truth in lines,
A raw and rugged testament,
To lifeâs relentless grind.