Empty
Vessels, akin to human bodies,
Eagerly soak up the sun,
Not noticing the
Insignificance of their lives
Naively clattering away.
Tag: acrostic
Hidden {a series}
Tripping over the onslaught of words, I lay on the concrete that
Rubs uncomfortably against my soft, fragile skin
Understanding
That one day
Heeding my own voice, I will rise.
So It Goes 