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

Snail (an acrostic poem)

 

Slipping along my day ever so slowly but

Never leaving home.  It leaves me a bit stir crazy

As if the weight of my world rides around on my shoulders

If I could just find a way to leave it all behind

Looking at that a second time, leaving it all would just leave me sluggish

 

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