Enter (an acrostic poem)

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Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed

Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard

They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came

Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream.  It was Walter’s only hope

Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.

Fog (an acrostic poem)

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Focus was impossible in his current cerebral state

Obscuring mental mists drifted along his eerily muffled mind

Giving up he went to bed hoping the dawning sun would burn off the gloomy gray

One (an acrostic poem)

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Only person who could fill her days with laughter was gone

Nothing was ever going to bring that twinkle back into her eye

Every sunset she watched and prayed that maybe he would rise in the morning

Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground

It gave the world a sense of magical wonder

So rewarding those awake to witness the scene

That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily

Blur (an acrostic poem)

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Blinking, trying to bring it into focus, but fails

Leaving the image muddy and obscured

Unable to clarify what was happening, she put on her glasses

Realizing that being old was the only thing she could see clearly in the morning

Cereal (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t start her morning without the stuff

Everyday was a bowl or two of sugary goodness

Really it was also a bowl for lunch, and maybe one for a late night snack

Eventually she realized she was an addict

And tried to quit cold turkey, but that didn’t end well

Locked up after freebasing all the Captain Crunch at Walmart

Bunny (an acrostic poem)

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Bright eyed and bushy tailed was how they described her

Until that one morning she cracked and decided to punish their sin of sloth

Now she took their breakfast, camouflaged it, then hid it, forcing them to work for it

Never again did they miss a sunrise in her house

You could say she was pretty hard boiled after all!

Sprint (an acrostic poem)

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Scurrying thoughts running crazy inside his head

Put him on his mental treadmill, trying to exercise them away

Reaching an exhaustion level that would allow him to fall unconscious

It sometimes worked, but tonight the ideas and thoughts were too fast

Not that he gave up dashing after them, but waking hours passed slowly

That’s what made the alarm the next morning such a rude starting pistol for the new day

Disgusting (an acrostic poem)

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Dominic looked at his fouled sneakers

It had started so simply that morning

Snuggling in his warm covers as the sunlight crept into the window

Getting up he put on his running gear and headed out to the trail

Under the red and orange leaves he began to jog

Soon his breath was ragged as he pushed himself harder and farther

That was when he felt that dreaded hard intestinal clenching

It made him stop and look around, but there were people everywhere

Now he tried to walk back, but about half way there he lost the battle

Giving the term “the runs” an added meaning