It Was A Dark Place

I don’t think I caught my breath

until I’d reached the end of the street,

the rain was falling,

and the puddles covered my feet,

my blood was flowing,

and reaching an unbelievable heat,

a few scattered bits of paper blowing,

fighting the rain and failed,

and the sky was dark and pale,

I couldn’t take the fear anymore,

and that fear rose when I reached the door,

it was made of the finest oak,

and my body was completely soaked,

I spirited past the sleepy ghosts,

they had long drawn out faces,

with hints of evil traces,

even with their eyes closed,

I felt the gaze,

and for a moment,

the room would blaze,

exhausted, as my free will was broken,

I heard the torment,

but no words were spoken,

it was a dark place,

and I looked into the mirror,

and I could see the pain on my face,

I sensed fierce eyes settling on me,

then a bright light was blinding,

so I couldn’t see,

and then the death around me would smell,

that’s when I realized that this heaven

was actually hell,

my heart was filled with fear,

but somehow I knew no one

could touch me here,

and yet I knew this to be a lie,

the fireplace roared,

the flames soared,

and then I would cry,

because the flames would not satisfy,

I prayed for God to save,

help me,

even as I said those words,

I felt my old conviction wave,

the darkness taunted me about human passion,

but there was no compassion,

my soul was sold,

I was cold,

so I sadly turned away,

and moments later,

all the angels would pray.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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x2x3 5 years ago

Nice work

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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

A most intense write, really scary. To me, there is no scarier topic really than eternal damnation. Any other torment will end at some point, but not that one.

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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

You walked me down the street through the oak door and then into the creepy room.

This poem is great

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PoweroftheCross 5 years ago from Above and Beyond...

Something about that oak door is so very scary. I imagine a metal door knocker with a lions head. Every line drew me closer in. Very intense!

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ubanichijioke 5 years ago from Lagos

A great poem. Your use of words re outstanding and the imagination you created in my mind sensational. You re awesome

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Thanks for reading X2 Poetvix, Writer20, PoweroftheCross and Uban for stopping by and leaving a comment

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Moms-Secret 3 years ago from Central Florida

Great photo pic. How fitting! Haunting and fluid as always Frank. Awesome.

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Frank Atanacio 17 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Moms-secrets

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Missy Smith 17 months ago from Florida

I'm always so enthralled in everything you write Frank. I love dark pieces and dark art, which is what that picture and your poem are. lol... Have you ever heard the Eagles sing "Hotel California"? I love that song, and I could almost here it playing as I read your poem, it would suit it well. I loved it!

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pstraubie48 17 months ago from sunny Florida

the sounds as though it could be a tormented soul who is clinically is a dark, lonely walk they make...

Profound is too weak a word to describe this well ...

Hoping not to dwell in such a place

Angels are on the way to you this evening

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RJ Schwartz 17 months ago from Idaho Falls, Idaho

Very descriptive - love your use of imagery in this work

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Frank Atanacio 17 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Missy, yeah I love the Eagles.. LOL and pstraubie thanks for checking out my dark... and welcome RJ Schartz thanks for stopping by bless you guys :)

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MsDora 17 months ago from The Caribbean

Lately, I hear people say concerning something bad they did, "I was in a dark place." If their dark place is similar to this, I understand where the evil deeds come from.

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Frank Atanacio 17 months ago from Shelton Author

I agree with you MsDora :)

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