Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
Watching this play
is killing me.
The directing and staging
are terrible,
the acting half-hearted,
the plot unbelievable.
I was tied to my
chair,
way in the back
bleeding from nose
and ears.
But I pulled at those
ropes,
Until I became
Free….
Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
Liferaft in the Abyss