Celebrating Dicken's bicentenary

Even though I’m not very good at writing poetry

 I’ve tried this acrostic poem with Dickens’s Great Expectations in mind.

Sometimes it may be confusing or lacking sense

 But I’ve tried to have rhythming pairs at the end of each verse

Glorious days may be coming

Radiant as the past ones and glaring

Endless nights for someone’s fun

Anxiously waiting for the sun

Twisted with pain in the twilit, the swan.

Eager for a glimpse of sunrise, we waited

X-ray eyes staring at us with hatred

Proudly swinging our own hips

Entwining our minds, the incoming tide rips

Chaos, disorder, confusion and then, the silence

Tormented by remorse, by our own inner thoughts

Attached to the material world, hence

“Tick, tock” … echoing in the distance

Isolated in our grief, we have no chance

Oblivious to our surroundings, to dangers

Nothing more to think, nothing more but strangers,

Simply making us suffer beyond endurance.