It was OK
Before that hill.
My walking slowed to a crawl
And breathing became labored.
But you can’t put coins in a ATM,
So now I have to have another one….
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
It was OK
Before that hill.
My walking slowed to a crawl
And breathing became labored.
But you can’t put coins in a ATM,
So now I have to have another one….
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