The coughing sounds of war decimated our normalcy. Cloudy mornings and evenings; in darkness, we feed on charity. Hopelessly, our wandering through the night. We won’t see the light until another election season.
2024
Published by David W. Jones
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
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