We are the broken, the abused, the forgotten,
Entangled in webs, in which we cannot get free.
Abandoned, neglected, decieved,
Reaching out through the darkness,
Each hoping for some relief.
Tortured, beaten, drove insane,
Hardly alive, but we hang on,
Even when our tears fall like rain
Bruised, Scarred, left to die,
Revenge, is all we live for
Open wounds, blood pours
Knocking on death's door
Ending our suffering
Now we lie together in peace.
Author notes
acrostic t h e - h u m a n - s t a i n
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Excellent
This is a very nice Acrostic. I did not notice it was an Acrostic until I read the Author's notes. That is a good thing because Acrostic have a habit of falling into a hum drum tone that doesn't make any sense. Yours didn't do that. It was a beautiful poem with a beautiful message.
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Ooh!!! This is a FABULOUS acrostic poem! It's pretty effortless, so congrats for that!
As far as constructive criticism goes, you might try "of which we cannot be freed" in line two. Also, "driven" insane in line six.
Overall, this was an awesome read!!!
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WOW
I really like how it flows and the details so vivid but yet so true so many pple in this world have these things happen and sum dont even know that it does keep up the work



