I put myself out there,
leaving the comfort of familiarity.
The population is oblivious to my presence.

I am at a crossroad,
standing in the shadow of conflict.
The ground is soft and barely holds my weight.

I feel the drops of reality raining on my dreams.
The moments quickly disintegrate,
becoming unnoticeable.

Published by David W. Jones

Writer. Artist. Sleepless Blogger. Wrestling junkie. Comic-Book Nerd. Every moment is a story View all posts by David W. Jones