Abort my vision and right to express
But I existed once, so always will
On lonely paving half-way to progress
Remembering my only birth as still
Tonight I have my memories of growth
Infected with the thought that I should die
Observing from half-heaven how you loathe
Now never moving on from life denied
A week has passed since I was found and torn
Defending my ambition to exist
Expecting that, somehow, I may be born
Afraid to learn that I had been dismissed
Disinclined to worry that you'd left
Entranced by memories that I could live
Narcotic now I'm dead, yet still bereft
Dillusional, and willing to forgive
Decaying half way to the promised land
Wasted just because I wasn't planned
Author notes
DW - Dead weight. As lively as the voice unheard.
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My favorite part of this is the ending- so much despair and sadness in just two lines. This is very powerful. I wouldn't even be able to tell it was an acrostic, it flowed so well and was very well written. Nice job and thanks for entering my contest.
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Sad. I'm pro choice, but I definitely understand this point of view. It's sad when someone wastes a human life, either by irresponsibility or by lack of money etc. And I'm super impressed that you managed to do an acrostic and a sonnet in one and still manage to convey meaning. I tend to notice (maybe its just in my own writing) that sometimes people lose the meaning the poetry when they try to structure it, whether it be with rhyming or with acrostics.
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I'm 'pro choice' too, in some cases. I wanted to write from the baby's point of view, and I don't suppose the baby is often pro choice. Thanks for commenting.
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