His WishA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioSadness, sickness, Through sickness and health
He approached the bedroom, he felt like his knees were giving in, there was a sense of gloom, filling him, he felt his stomach turn, his heart burned, his ache churned, sounds of insanity clamored in his eyes, fears, then tears, is what he felt, a tiny voice filled his head, love her in sickness and in health, she was finally dead, and he guiltily allowed a smile, stay on his face for awhile, she was sick for some time, he knew it wasn’t a crime, to want her dead, and finally, his wish was laying on the bed. © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio |
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1 Review Added on February 17, 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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