René Magritte – The Son of Man, 1964.

W andering these crowded streets
A fraid to stop and look around
N ever finding the right path
I mpossible to ignore the sound
S alvation seems out of reach
H ope crumbles like a leaf
I nvisible clock ticks defeat
N o one notices the thief
G one in a heartbeat


This is my first try at acrostic form, a contribution to DP challenge – Time for Poetry.



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