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This is an acrostic poem, a poem a good friend and mentor said I should try, don't know if it's what would be acceptable, but this is my feelings, in this style. ![]() Some poeple say I'm crazy, After all these years of staying alone. Forgetting my past is not hazy, Easy for me to stay at home. Rescue me from my grave, Everlasting hopelessness. Comfort me, I will be brave, Listen to my loneliness. Utter not a word to me, Seeking trying to be, Imagery is my friend , Validity I will send, Every word of this I will mend. By: Cissyccr/ Cissy C.R.W 3/3/08 |
![Safe Reclusive - poem - me [#1395947]
Safe, but happy in my reclusive home, hermits are happy.](http://images.writing.com/main/images/action/display/ver/1206073180/item_id/1395947.jpg)