Elizabeth.

Acrostic :3

 

Embodiment of heartbreak.

Lonely, sad. In denial, going mad.

I stare at these moldy walls, that crumble & fall.

Zig-zag lines from my fingernails give them texture.

A memory of my pain in this private cell. In this Hell.

Beauty has deserted me, left me haggard & dirty.

Every friend & love I had has betrayed me, all gone.

The only thing keeping me here is my poetry, this pen.

Had I not found this small release, I’d be long dead.