Seven Hours
In the final seven hours of this challenge...Seven letters, seven lines, seven hours.
Even now, I
cannot possibly have more to write, right?
"Last call, wrap it up!" and yet
I continue typing away frivolously.
Poetry is what I do, darling. Feeding the
swarm my aches and pains, for I always, without
exception, will have something left to write.
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Lizzy Rose
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (4)
Reading around to learn about acrostic poetry. Last call and you have always got something left to write. That's the way to do it. Nicely Done!!
Acrostic for the Eclipse....sorry to be late in reading, great job.
I always enjoy metawriting. Loved your Acrostic!
Terrific acrostic poem! ❤️