by Roland King
an acrostic poem about a loner (for Fall Rising Stars)
|Longer still are the moments
only spent with oneself.
Never much a fan of a crowd,
especially with all the annoying
loveless relationships that
integrate themselves into the
never-ending cycle of
energy created by social media "friends."
Solitude has its value but
sadness creeps in silent moments.
Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.