Cecil Hickman Poet Acrostic

Real Or Fantasy

Reality stole my fantasy, from my grasp three times.
Each one twisting my soul, mind again and again.
A life would be lost each time; I started the crimes.
Legalities not broken, others lives affected within.

Originality of my making, took control driving away,
Realms of destruction of my creation, upon a day, 

Frozen ageless thoughts distorted by simple drugs in me.
A forever love destroyed, by both drugs and fantasy.
Not ever a real eventuality or even a possibility,
Transience of my mind, never to live in infinity,
Alive, I have awakened to a new precious reality.
Sending thoughts in forms of words, a new destiny,
Years have past me by, drugs forgotten in my insanity.

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June 25, 2009 at 12:18 PM Nice use of the challenging acrostic form. The emotion comes through your words. Much for the reader to think about. Keep on writing. Karen

Carolyn Devonshire June 23, 2009 at 7:40 PM Sometimes we have to live through soul-twisting times as you describe before we are able to appreciate the "new precious reality" we find later. You have overcome your past losses to become a very sensitive man who sends his thoughts "in forms of words" quite beautifully, Cecil. Much admiration for your work. Love, Carolyn

Debbie Guzzi June 22, 2009 at 9:46 AM excellent a definite A ..and so happy for you to. Perhaps 1 word, "twisting my soul, MY mind, again and again." Light & Love