God's Compelling Realism

Faster and Faster

 

Trapped In A Sin

She prayed faster and faster,

prayers tripping one over the other,

her breath she tried to draw,

her throat burning and raw

from all her praying,

in her eyes she felt a twitch,

her voice was rising higher in pitch,

until it began to sound like a scream,

remnants of a bad dream,

she was so sure

that God would hear,

as her blood spilled to the floor,

the room began to spin,

she was trapped in a sin,

she put her hand to her mouth,

drew her palm away,

and it was tinged with blood,

her Guardian Angel couldn’t stay,

even if she continued to pray.

Masking Her Fate

Overboard,

she fell to the sea,

the rails gave way,

and it wasn’t where she wanted to be,

to get back on the ship,

she didn’t know how,

the sea supported her now,

rocking her gently with the waves,

drowning was coming

as she prayed for a save,

the waters lulling her into a trance like state,

masking her fate,

the crimson sunshine offered warmth,

a kind gesture but much too late,

she could sense its radiance,

even through her closed eyes,

then there was a thirst,

an awful thirst,

she heard a voice, softly at first,

maybe the family she loved,

she saw an angel, or a dove,

then the voice again,

but it didn’t come from above,

it came from somewhere deep,

then she realized her spirit was asleep,

her mind would weep,

then ghosts came in many voices,

and death offered her no choices,

her eyes flashing red,

salt burning, her life turning,

as the voices in her head

were calling out in unison,

then the voices became whispers,

and the whispers turned into cries,

fear became despair,

as she finally dies.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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dotty1 5 years ago from In my world

amazingly written... I didnt want this to end :) Dx


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Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Wow...this is powerful. Up and awesome!


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks dotty for reading this and thank you too Genna East


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justateacher 2 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

I haven't been on Hubpages for quite a while and this is the first thing I read today. .. I'm glad it was. .. awesome as always. .. And powerful as well!


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

wow just good to see you back :)

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