Lost in the vast bog of stories, It dies a slow unsung death, May it meet its personality, Only impersonality shrouds it now, Under the flutter of wings, Shall not get all it deserves, It'll remain majorly ignored in the clutter of words, Not because it's poorly projected, but, E**ntirely because it's not written in my destiny.
Secondary acrostic LIMOUSINE poem. Though my eBook novel has the best story, It will remain unread because of my destiny. My destiny is dictated by the planet Mars, And it has so far marred my happiness.