Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
A guard walks through,
watching people at public
desk tops.
The library is new,
but feels like a prison….
There is a old building
that was once a main library
built in the ’40s.
The homeless now camp
on it’s sidewalk
blocking pedestrians.
Neither is truly 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