I've never really liked acrostic poems, but this is something entirely different than I've ever read. Every word was bleak and desolate; reading this, I was conscious of the darkness surrounding me, figuratively and literally. I adore the lines:
T here is agony and pain
O f which I do complain.
These lines really spoke out to me. So many times people harbour their pain, never acknowledge it. This is a great piece, keep it up!
What I get from this is a cold, dark feeling and a feeling of hopelessness that keeps returning to you no matter how hard you try to get out of it. Like, what comes to mind is a cold dark room, a room with a hole in the ceiling and a wet floor, you try to reach the hole in the ceiling because you sense it's warmth, but no matter how hard you try, you just can't reach it. So you give up and the darkness creeps in and engulfs you. I don't know if this makes much sense, but that's what I get from this. I like it, it's a great poem!
I think it would be better without so much repetition in the lines of the first and second stanzas.
Seems like the verses are forced or synomyns with similar endings could be used more.
But, it really creates the atmosphere of depression to the reader and I believe that is what you had in mind.
This poem really creates a bleak, desolate atmosphere that I just love! (which sounds weird, but you know what I mean. Poetically.) I don't know why, but I kept getting images of being in a long, dark tunnel. Don't ask me why, it just came to me. I particularly like "A burial shroud around me." Excellent imagery and symbolism there.
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