The Great Escape (Acrostic)

The Great Escape, I'm
Holding in my hands
Embedded the images

Going through my mind
Round and round, looking for an
Embracing soul
A moment like
That gives me a heart-attack

Embraced I become
So I hold on tight
Counting the hours
Another day late
Pointing to the clock
Entitled to my thoughts

© Copyright 2006 By: Italian Stallion

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Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title. Pretty straight forward, no rhyme scheme or syllable count.
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