In His Grasp..
An acrostic that echoes the spiritual conquest for the soul.
By Kenneth cruzPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Silently attacking my soul
It started before I existed
Lamenting in my state of spiritual dissonance
Eternal torment persisted
Now he has me in his palm
Candid promises of escape and grandeur
Every time I think I’ve escaped I slip back in his clutches




Comments (2)
That last line hit me so hard because it was super relatable. Loved your poem!
Such an interesting reflection you've woven herein your little acrostic poem. I think many of us feel the same.