The Terror HurriedA Poem by Frank F. Atanaciowhat happens when a man is trapped in darkness with just terrorHe found himself in such a dark place, the color drained from his face, as quickly as it appeared, he feared, that terror multiplies more quickly in the mind, than in the heart, his emotions were tapped, his sanity fell apart, he looked around frantically, like an animal, trapped, he mopped the sweat on his forehead with the sleeve of his robe, words were whispered, but nothing was said, he reached for the door-knob with a sweaty palm, he felt an odd calm, the room was filling up with a warm fog, a beast came in, shaped like a demon, but croaked like a frog, his emotions lined the dark room, he sensed certain doom, and he knew there would be harm, as the demon gripped his arm, preventing his exit, he worried, and he worried, as the terror hurried. © 2011 Frank F. AtanacioReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 18, 2011 Last Updated on January 18, 2011 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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