Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
I couldn’t drive,
because my body refused
to stay
seated,
And learned to
walk instead.
Looking in
any mirror
a dead man
smiles a
wane smile.
Only life
exist in the
present,
but shackled
to past,
or fearful
of the
future is
death.
How many times
should I kill
myself
to know
Life?
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