Shot (an acrostic poem)

So tired the effort to keep my eyes open is herculean

Here I am trying to pull the trigger on this deal

Opportunity doesn’t knock twice they always say

That’s why I’m going to slug it out



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