His Composure Imploded

His Composure Imploded

A Poem by Frank F. Atanacio
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He thought his son survived....

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He sat,

but it didn’t diminish

the determination in his posture,

or in his expression,

he wasn’t the type,

who expected the worst,

and he never fell into the hype,

but that all changed,

after the search,

he had to face reality,

and it was the possibility,

that his son was alive,

and that he had survived

the cave-in disaster,

he thought he felt his son,

he knew that the most,

but what he felt was his son’s ghost,

his composure imploded,

his mind exploded,

he tried,

but he couldn’t hold it in,

so he cried,

he was a man of God who never committed a sin,

so he cried some more,

and then like liquid,

he poured to the floor,

sorrow and loneliness on his side,

when he realized that his son had indeed died.

© 2009 Frank F. Atanacio


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This was amazing........I loved the last line and thought it brilliant!
BRAVO

Martina aka Little Tiger

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Frank F. Atanacio
Frank F. Atanacio

Shelton, CT



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