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

Plot (an acrostic poem)

Putting characters into harm’s way seemed like fun

Little did he know how painful it was going to be to him

Ordinary words built the structure one at a time

Then the book was done until someone pointed out a hole!

 

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Destiny (an acrostic poem)

Didn’t see that old woman coming

Even after she told me I had to do it

Still I tried to fight her prophecy

Too bad I just didn’t listen

I ended up going further down such a painful path

Now I was finally doing what I was told to do

You would think Mom would finally cut me a break

 

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Blah (an acrostic poem)

Boys will be boys, but that didn’t make it any easier

Leaving Frank would not be any less painful because of it

At least the emotional wounds would start healing

Her grey mood was reflect in the clouds

 

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