Never getting a full nights rest,
Imagining what if, had we tried our best.
Gathered thoughts come day and night,
Haunting me, with all their might.
Thinking back to the times we had,
Memories only, of your face so sad.
All the good times are never near,
Remembering the negative, is a constant fear.
Everything's a mess and no good thoughts keeping,
S*eeing you only; as my nightmares come creeping.
- James Arce
The title being spelled out by the first letter of each line. I love Acrostic forms of poetry!
