Joe Curtis Poet Acrostic

The Lighted Man

Lighting and burning inside 
            As his breading frails, 

A building and overflow 
            Drips through his face and nails.

The world has his flesh 
            Tied and lashed, still giving sweet exhales.

Shedding loved tears
            As his crown is to bash.

But a light that goes 
            And awakens the few, 

Yet kept and kept 
            Even in struggle with brother foes. 

And just when a call 
            From questions face,

With a dim shine 
            And a fallen grace.

Humbled is asked, for roads 
            To nobler days.

In shadows a beaten man rises 
            To light paths, to untaken ways.

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