This was inspired by the prompt for the FreeWriteFriday of last week.
A Winter’s Night
At least no one else is here to see me
Be as lost as I can be.
And though I huddle in the night
No one’ll be able to call me a blight.
Don’t forget me, house I pray
Or make me just another forgotten that here lay.
No, I am worth something more
Even though I huddle by this door.
Done though it may seem I am
How often I must live on the lam.
Oh how I never thought it would be like this,
Under the sky before sounded like a life of bliss.
So let my weary bones protest
Even through this trial and test.
Breathing In 
Wonderful acrostic Martha, well done. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Beautiful
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(*smiles*)
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Hi there Martha, I see that you too did the FWF, this was a great poem, and I see great writing so if you don´t mind I´ll stick around and drop by once in a while to do what I call “my cool stalker moves”. Glad to find your blog.
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Thank you! I’m glad you both enjoyed my writing and are taking part in the FWF. Feel free to pop on by every now and then with your ‘cool stalker moves.’ (*grins*)
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