Malfunction
Malfunction
my journey hath been
a dusty road at best
leading in many directions
finding no place to call mine
under the stars, I continue on
nature ignores my plight
creatures stare in disbelief
that one has seen so much grief
in a world of magical beauty
once upon a time I feared death
now I welcome it with each breath...
ACROSTIC
A verse in which certain
letters such as the first
in each line form a word
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
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