Died a life when
Instead of compromise
Vied two for power
Only they did forget
Really lost was an angel
Childhood marred by their
Every word of venom


Inspired by Acrostic Only

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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