this is the crown for a ring sonnet series i wrote a few years back. the final poem is an acrostic, and check out the first letter (for those who might have missed it):
a Crown for Abused children
invisible are the sinless sufferers, which kill our souls
tears stain unwavering, unbroken chains
keeps my heart heavy holding darkened skies
invoking God fails to quell the pain
like closed ears, closed eyes, closed mouths, closed minds
lessons betray me: “Vengeance is mine”
struck by the momentum of a downhill ball
overpowered by a disease that affects us all
until i am dead, i'll make you tall
rather then cower being defenseless and small
stand strong, escape and close your eyes
Optimistic Tomorrows hear your call
unable to cross without paying tolls
leave this place by plane, train, or shopping mall
sever those ties; it kills our souls
invisible are the sinless sufferers, which kill our souls
tears stain unwavering, unbroken chains
keeps my heart heavy holding darkened skies
invoking God fails to quell the pain
like closed ears, closed eyes, closed mouths, closed minds
lessons betray me: “Vengeance is mine”
struck by the momentum of a downhill ball
overpowered by a disease that affects us all
until i am dead, i'll make you tall
rather then cower being defenseless and small
stand strong, escape and close your eyes
Optimistic Tomorrows hear your call
unable to cross without paying tolls
leave this place by plane, train, or shopping mall
sever those ties; it kills our souls