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.
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 
Clever work. Enjoyed the way it unfolds.
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Thank you, I am glad you liked it.
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