Poetry

On a desolate street named broken
One lone kid walks around lookin for a challenge
No one knows about him just some nobody they say
They all say he won’t last but the kid knows otherwise
He won’t take no for an answer even when getting beat
Getting beats a normal part of his life
Getting up is an even greater part of his life
When people ask “who is this kid?”
He’ll answer “I’m the comeback kid.”