An Acrostic

I hope you're all enjoying National Poetry Month.
(untitled- by Heather Cook circa. 1991)



Listening, ever listening, to the sound

of the wind blow. Wishing,

Only wishing, there was some way

I could show Tempting

Very tempting thoughts I have

in my mind

Everytime I see you, my heart feels

left behind



Caring looks which are meant for

someone else but me

Honest eyes look at me and

yet they do not see

Isolated circumstances which make up

who I am

Longing for the moment I'll share

all I can.

Dying from the pain