Life StallsA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioEnd of Days Last daysEvery Muscle ached, he blinked his eyes at every blurry scene around him foul stench, heavy smoke, and lots of flies filled the air, he squirmed as he tried to stand, almost as if he was offered a dare, but he just stayed where he had fallen, voices heard, but none calling, he tried to remain calm, he wasn’t trying to be abusive where life was holding death over him, then he realized where he was, war- torn fields, explosions, fire, turmoil and everyone is in dire, then no more pretend, no more fighting, death calls, he falls, life stalls. © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio |
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1 Review Added on January 3, 2009 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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