Posted by Carl in Poems on March 6, 2017
Children holding his
tablets, moving miniscule
planets. Forget my
past, he screams, slowly curing
needy pieces of dog fur.
Compassion, Depression, Forgiveness, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Tanka
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