Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Acrostic

COMFORT

Come to me
Open my mind
My locked and tortured mind
Forever a captive
Often finding myself
Ruining my chances of succeeding
Trying to reach my final goal ... COMFORT

1 comment:

kitsune said...

i hope you find the key out of your tortured mind. this is looking at the glass half empty. but i like the darknesss of your poem.