A Slim Figure RisingA Poem by Frank F. Atanaciofire-fighters face tough challengesThe burning building was hell, no survivors as far as he could tell, he shouted out in pain, he suffered a mental drain, gagging on the bad air, as he fought the fear, the smoke was nearly visible in the twilight, the fire-fighters did put up a good fight, the flames were thick and he choked, so much damage, and so much smoke, a slim figure rising and stumbled toward him, he found it difficult to choke out a word, but he made enough sounds to be heard, he moaned, groaned, shaking his head, a hand pulled him to safety, and he realized he wasn’t amongst the dead. © 2009 Frank F. AtanacioReviews
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1 Review Added on April 5, 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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