The heat of unexpected delimmas begin to subside. The waves no longer crashing on this broken frame. Those moments of misleading portrayals and righteous denials, forgiven. Daylight is starting to fade. Summer watched my public shame; Autumn will heal this overwhelming pain.
End of Days
David W. Jones Creative Writing 1 Minute
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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones