Tag: crisis

• The Hounds

  

  The sun is setting rapidly. Our gates in shambles; our walls have crumbled. It is time to start packing. They have released the hounds; the end is here.

  David W. Jones

  August 8, 2020

  Creative Writing

  amwriting, covid19, Creative Writing, crisis, disaster, evictions, pandemic, Poem, Poetic, poetry, unemployment, Verse, Writing

• Delirium

  

  I felt the earth move; it was unexpected—the chills within my body due to the fever boiling poison. The presence of a pestilence touched me before I knew its name. This reality is ending with these moments as a beginning; the devastating experience is very surreal.

  David W. Jones

  March 24, 2020

  Creative Writing

  coronavirus, crisis, dark times, end times, pestilence, poetry, Reality, surreal, Thoughts