New York Rat

New York Rat

A Poem by Carlton Rolle

Dungeons entomb the spirit of the minute.

Further preventing the wealth to be shared.

The culture is unconcerned.

Paved over.

Focused on drive and crammed to the brim.

Keep distanced through turmoil.

Or eat the way out.

Hoping one day, someway, it will escape to breed another.

Until then, I'm just another New York rat.

Feasting on hopes.

Hounded with fares.

© 2015 Carlton Rolle

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Added on January 21, 2015
Last Updated on January 21, 2015


Carlton Rolle
Carlton Rolle

New York City, NY

I write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more..