One dark day...

A quick try at an acrostic poem

I wandered lonely as a cloud

A single figure on a blasted heath

My thoughts were whirling, my head was bowed

But I trudged on wearily with gritted teeth

A thunderbolt that echoed loud

Crashed down from heaven as I walked beneath

Kama my god…Is it time for my shroud?



( Were my thoughts along with …Who will send a wreath?)