
Pain comes in life
Second to none in strife
Wrecked like a cut from a knife.
Houses are not always homes
A creep and crawl inside our tomes
You just experience it on your own.
Lack of cause can drive us mad
Thinking and wishing on what we had
Steadily reaching for nothing feels bad
Circumstances don’t always make us glad…
-AAA 12/12/2024
Brilliant.
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Thank you 😊
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Very clever poem form, what do you call it? ❤️❌️🌹🦊
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I don’t know it’s sort of a hybrid. I want to call it a buried acrostic. I was just trying to do something different to hide a word inside of my poem to challenge myself. I’m glad you like it. Thank you. 😊
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