A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, f1 – poetry collection, and for the 100 Lists Challenge, 25s list 3 (prompt for this poem is #012 – special)
The Fraction on a Diary's Page
XXI. fate
He's just an orphan child drifting
from place to place in the south,
picking up scraps along the way
until he can make his home.
In the end, his home
is with the rats,
with the thieves.
They're the town's rats,
they say, but at least
they're family
he sees.
Drifting alone, or drifting together…
He'd much rather drift together
with a roof over his head
and always something
in his belly
because they share.
Sometimes he would have had a feast
when alone, but never now:
they always share
But he'd trade every feast in the world
for this companionship.
Still, something's not quite right.
He's not complete. There's something
more out there:
A castle in his dreams
for him.