Missing....A Poem by Frank F. AtanacioSadness, Loss, runaway
Mother’s tears, father’s fears, twice she ran away, always talking, so many angry words, but there was nothing to say. A Pick-up truck slowed on the road, just behind her. It was after mid-night, her options were thin, his tone almost flippant, as he demanded her to get in, with a stare so ice cold, the pick-up truck was hissing, and she did as she was told, now see her pictures everywhere..Missing... © 2009 Frank F. AtanacioReviews
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1 Review Added on January 18, 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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