Weight (an acrostic poem)

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What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair

Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on

It was no use. She broke.

Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor

Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling

They were children!

Work (an acrostic poem)

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Whitlling away at his soul to earn sustenance

Only he never felt sustained

Reaching lower and lower depths of despair

Knowing eventually he will fall out the bottom and drop into nothingness

Hope (an acrostic poem)

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How can you open your eyes every morning

Only to find so much darkness around you

Pushing you further into despair

Evict those thoughts since you can create light and let it shine

Poet (an acrostic poem)

 

Perceiving the world through the lens of the soul

Ordering the chaos while making order more chaotic

Everything is their purview, and yet they focus on the basic building blocks

Those are love, loss, hope, despair and the building blocks of humanity

 

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Vast (an acrostic poem)

Viewing the horizon, you fall to your knees

All of that sand, ripples carved by the incessant wind

So much nothingness, and you feel despair

Throwing yourself onto your back you make a sand angel in a call for help

 

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Fear (an acrostic poem) Arise part 3

Flipping her safety off, Sarah prowled at the edge of the clearing

Evening was about to transition into night, leaving her people vulnerable

As she slowly cleared another ten meters, she began to smell something

Realizing they were not alone, Sarah felt despair

 

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Deep (an acrostic poem)

Despair drained what was left of Lynda’s ambition

Even when she looked at all she had accomplished

Everything seemed so meaningless in the grand scheme of things

Perhaps that was the real reason to keep going though