Since you asked for idea's here are some thoughts for your acrostic. After reading your other work I thought of these emotions. I'm sure when you are ready you will find the words you need to finish this piece of work that has great potential. ~ Jude :-)
Can I ever find a way to let go of what was
Of this seemingly realistic infatuation
Freedom from this ache I genuinely need myself to allow
Faithfully I grasp my only warmth, as I dream of autonomy knowing
Every sip keeps me distracted from life's troubles
Everyone and everything may come and go quickly but addiction hangs around faithfully
Since you asked for idea's here are some thoughts for your acrostic. After reading your other work I thought of these emotions. I'm sure when you are ready you will find the words you need to finish this piece of work that has great potential. ~ Jude :-)
Can I ever find a way to let go of what was
Of this seemingly realistic infatuation
Freedom from this ache I genuinely need myself to allow
Faithfully I grasp my only warmth, as I dream of autonomy knowing
Every sip keeps me distracted from life's troubles
Everyone and everything may come and go quickly but addiction hangs around faithfully
I LOVE COFFEE, and I can't simply without a cup of coffee daily!
It also reminds me of your previous Display name, which I loved a lot....
This must be an acrostic but unfortunately due to that crash of writings in cafe, it got lost.. (I guess)
And I will surely try to reconstruct it whenever I will write something :)
I understand your love. I have become an addict myself. I would say for the last 4 years. The craving, the desire, the need it is indescribable. And the fulfillment and the high, can never be compared.
I can more than relate to this poem, enjoying coffee the way I do. I love that line "every sip keeps me distracted from life's troubles". Maybe because I just know from my own experience that this holds true for me. If I'm having troubles weighing down on me, I can just sit down at a sidewalk caf, or at home in a big arm chair, hug my coffee cup, and with each sip, the troubles seem farther and farther away.
Great, great, great poem! I really like it! It's the sort of thing I would frame above my desk as I sit in my cubicle worrying over an article deadline. =]]
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