His Composure ImplodedA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioHe thought his son survived....
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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1 Review Added on April 13, 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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