I admit that I’m not the most intelligent of rats.
I’m trapped in this trap.
Though it didn’t kill me,
My nightmare is that I will never escape.
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
I admit that I’m not the most intelligent of rats.
I’m trapped in this trap.
Though it didn’t kill me,
My nightmare is that I will never escape.
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