Sometimes there’s a season, and sometimes there’s a total eclipse
An acrostic poem of the day it all changed
By Natasha CollazoPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Mimipic Photography on Unsplash
Every day I dread the music
Coming from the depths of my
Lazy soul. Sorrows drown out
Internal thoughts of possible restoration.
Provoking daily destruction. Until this
Season became the finale, of an
Ever longing soul, when light crossed paths with my darkness.
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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