If Not This Life
If not this life,
then this night,
a few gentle hours.
Hold me close,
past my fears.
Lead me to words
I have so long denied.
Erin Jones was born in Wisconsin and raised in Arkansas. After high school he served in the U.S. Army as a cavalry scout before returning to school to earn B.As in communication and economics. He is now a mild mannered salesperson by day and a struggling writer by night.
Copyright © 2015 by Erin Jones
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