Is hard for me.
Never do I
Dare to accept or admit defeat.
I‘m invincible, right?
Not on your nelly!
Grief has whooped
My arse in
Every way imaginable.
A once in a lifetime love
An eighteen plus year career
I built by my blood, sweat, and tears is
All the security and stability
I‘d envisioned for my future was whisked away, leaving
Today, I admit defeat,
As a three time loser just as
Soon as she files the paperwork and makes it official.
Yesterday may have bankrupted me, but tomorrow is a clean slate, a new start.
(An acrostic is a poem where the beginning letter of each line, when reading downward, spells out a word, message, or even the entire alphabet. I’ve highlighted each letter in red to make it easier to find the hidden message inside.)