Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
It’s been
dry all winter,
So when the fire
came,
the forest
was ready to
burn.
I cannot flee.
They caught me
when I
was young,
still
attach
to mother.
I know
I’m not tied
down,
yet I cannot flee.
Tents burn,
people and
animals scatter
to escape.
The air
is
getting
thinner….
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