Quietly (an acrostic poem)

Questing for a sign to do the right thing

Unsure where to put an effort

Instead your hands sit in your lap, wet with tears

Everything is so wrong you want to scream

Terrible as that is, you can’t bring yourself to even do that

Languishing in self pity you don’t do anything

You meekly go into that goodnight

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