Acrostic Chaos Poem by Mark Heathcote

Arcane we are mysterious-
Choosing not to trust what does it bring-us?
Rifling through our thoughts near-delirious
Only the heartbreak of loneliness, thus-
Something-must be changed now within-us-all.
To challenge this deceit that likes a sore
It cankers covers the wound felt too raw.
Can't we at least try and break-down the wall?

Chaos brings-new allies, it smashes laws.
How can we elect from a fairer system?
Arcane at times are we not unchristian-
Or are we full of enigmatic flaws?
Still coddling ourselves holding on to straws.