Hordes of Havoc

Creative Writing 1 Minute

My life traverses a weary circle; a hollow atmosphere pollutes the seasons.

Experience has lost its meaning.

My famished darkness, tempted by the bloated hordes of havoc.

Provoking this quiet wrath.

Everything is uncertain. My days end writing my acquaintance, Death, a letter; the pages heft with regret

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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