Here is a try at coming back from a near literary death.
The paddles are charging and aimed at my heart.
God I hope it works.
Rough, dry hands barely
release cramped fists to touch life.
Sleeping dogs still dream.
Peace…
Here is a try at coming back from a near literary death.
The paddles are charging and aimed at my heart.
God I hope it works.
Rough, dry hands barely
release cramped fists to touch life.
Sleeping dogs still dream.
Peace…
