E masculated by her anger
C astrated by her hatred
L istless, unable to respond
I mpotent to act
P oweless to not
S tricken by fickle fate
E clipsed by love lost
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Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
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Exquisite and emotional!!! Fantastic acrostic poem!!!❤️❤️💕
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your Acrostic!
Brilliant!!!!