Lottery (an acrostic poem)

Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance

Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative

The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart

Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted

Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke

Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint

Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life

Clown (an acrostic poem)

 

Coloring her face to hide the emotions inside

Leaving a smile prominently painted in place

Outside she was the embodiment of extroverted entertainment

When the party was over she would sit alone in her car and cry

No one knew that the joke was on them

 

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