Wandering Flame

In the realm of youth, a brilliant spark,
Where beauty caught eyes and wits made hearts hark,
Admired by ladies, admired by all,
A mind so keen, like wisdom’s gentle call.

Approachable and kind, a soul so bright,
Yet in the realm of choices, a timid light,
Swayed by the crowd, like a leaf on a breeze,
Seeking to please, but often led astray with ease.

His upbringing, sheltered, with no worldly view,
A village boy, his horizons wide and new,
Venturing forth, embracing life’s diverse array,
Mistakes and lessons, he’d encounter on his way.

In the crucible of existence, he did reside,
With a spirit vibrant, and an undying pride,
His tongue could tame the bitter whisky’s sting,
And lips held bhang and cigarettes, a daring fling.

He ventured boldly, beyond limits, he soared,
Consuming beyond what his essence could afford,
Regrettable choices, reckless, and amiss,
Into a pit of darkness, he’d descend, a painful abyss.

But let not his story end in despair,
For in shadows, hope may yet repair,
Though he stumbled and his path was steep,
Redemption’s light may wake him from his sleep.

For he’s more than the sum of earthly things,
His potential hidden, beneath the shame that clings,
In the crucible of life, his spirit will rise,
A phoenix from the ashes, to reach for the skies.

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