Incessant Whispers
Distraction: An Acrostic Poem
Darting thoughts, relentless, they invade my mind,
Incessant whispers, tempting, I am confined.
Stealing focus, like a thief in the night,
Turning my attention from what's true and right.
Running from purpose, chasing shadows instead,
Alluring illusions, where dreams and hopes are spread.
Caught in the web of a relentless attraction,
Taking me away from meaningful interaction,
I must break free from this tempting chain,
Onward to clarity, my purpose to regain,
Nurturing my spirit, letting go of the pain.
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Beautifully written!