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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

AcrosticStream of Consciousness

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    That last line hit me so hard because it was super relatable. Loved your poem!

  • Cindy Calderabout a year ago

    Such an interesting reflection you've woven herein your little acrostic poem. I think many of us feel the same.

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