Published March 22, 2011
As I rise with Sun's new rays, a
Fiddle in my stomach whirls,
Feelings, like the Ocean's craze,
Every day these taunting twirls.
Censored Rage is freed, untamed,
Torturous and frightening,
Up away it steams, deranged,
Silently and lightening.
Tomorrow's day will bring with it, new
Overheating sets of feelings,
Raging, laughing, crying fits, that
Venom me from toe to ceiling.
And this be just the start.
Another acrostic, if you care at all.
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I'm not good at critiquing acrostics, buuut, I really like this.
You described emotion well, and I really liked this piece. 
Thanks! Glad you liked it.
I can't say the parts that I liked because I like them all, really. I think that you added lots of emotion into this piece and that, above all, is what I like best about this poem. Good job.