Clock (an acrostic poem)

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Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds was painful

Letting my emotions swing back and forth, back and forth, twisting my gut in knots

Observing how life seems to move in slow motion making breathing difficult

Can’t seem to make those hands spin any faster, even if I stare so hard at the thing I go blind

Killing time sounds like it would be easy, but now I realize time is killing me instead

Plan (an acrostic poem)

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Putting together a list of steps

Looking for any fallacies and fixing them

After all of that was complete, he put his scheme into motion

Nothing went right after that.  So much for a good…

Dizzy (an acrostic poem)

Don’t ever stop spinning around

It makes you the center of the universe

Zany as that sounds

Zero reasons not to do this unless

You get motion sickness easily, then…

 

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