Another day has gone by, unnoticed and wry.
Beyond the eyes can see, there is another me.
Could someone tell, what happened here in hell?
Days are getting lonely, and nights not so heavenly.
Every hour makes it worse, wishing it were just a curse.
Fear of the world haunts me, everyone still taunts me.
God will surely punish them, and banish them too.
Have faith and you’ll see, how lucky I’ll be.
Poetic Form: Acrostic
Poetic Device: Internal Rhyme