I remember the first day, nothing was clear just hazy.
An unexpected death warped my train of thought.
Second guessing overlaying the logic.
I looked for a way of escape. The path brought me back to this place.
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.
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