After The MurderA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioMurder, sadnessA wave of anxiety washed over his face, as he stood over the body, he was shaken by a strange sensation, as he tried to settle himself. Images of glory danced in his head, as the blood stopped flowing from the dead, there was no artistic accomplishment, or appreciation for the beauty he destroyed. The torment that the soul experienced, and the fear he saw in the eyes, made him think of the bond between life and death, but when the killing is done, how should you feel? Only a murderer could tell, of course.. is it extinction or remorse? © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio |
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1 Review Added on January 12, 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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