Cusp (an acrostic poem)

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Coming to the end meant that it was time for a new beginning

Until now, he had never thought about what that next would be

Since it seemed impossible that they had a chance to survive this nightmare

Pushing that aside he took out the Ring and was about to throw it in, but he had second thoughts…

Hovel (an acrostic poem)

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Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place

Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are

Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care

Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space

Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life