Desolate Hallway



The detective was almost sure,

it was on the third floor

of a run down crack house,

he stood in an empty desolate hallway,

what ran by him was a single thin mouse,

the smell was rancid

he was listening or at least trying,

and that’s when he heard the sound

of a child crying,

then he was sure, his reality calls,

he drew closer to the dirty stained walls,

the child had been crying for so long,

the detective knew that something was wrong,

and the child had stopped from exhaustion,

the detective moved closer,

using extreme caution,

he kicked opened a locked door,

and there on the damp floor,

the child sat beside a dead woman,

she had been dead for days, maybe three or four,

drug overdose,

the detective had to cover his nose,

the child looked at him with not much to say,

eyes teary, situation dreary,

the woman half clothed,

and her body already in decay,

it was a horrific sight,

he grabbed the child,

but she was too weak too fight.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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3angelspower 5 years ago from Cornwall, Ontario

Highly creative style...A sad story was written in the form of poetry..Excellent way of expression..Keep it up...


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you 3angelspower for reading my Desolate Hallway


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savvydating 2 years ago

Yet more awesome prose from you, Frank. And to think that plenty of children have to grow up with this horror. It makes a person sad to think about it. Up & awesome.


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you savvy :)

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