Life Was Mercy


I couldn’t believe that life could

seduce an endless train of people,

in order to reduce my own depression,

I drew close enough to see the pulsing

beauty of their unique expression,

and that’s where I wanted to be,

I had that choice,

to feel their passionate voice,

I never cared for life before,

but now I wanted more,

death only offered screams,

life offered singing canaries,

clean rain falling over sparkling streams,

being around the living was wrong,

and I knew I couldn’t stay too long,

because the feelings of hatred

could be aroused in me,

the fears, the sorrows, the tears,

life was mercy,

as I could feel their breath,

but I posses the invitation to death,

control of a swelling population,

and I had to reduce it at all cost,

a deed in which I was lost,

when I am with the living,

the sorrows within me would drain,

there would be no more pain,

in this society I could certainly fit,

I could be the angel who would offer life,

then extend it.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

This is such a heartfelt poem with all you feelings sitting on the outside. up and awesome my friend.


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DON BALDERAS 5 years ago

This is liberating. Everyone must have felt such feelings of endearment, frustrations, survival, and yes, to all these, truths are revealed. What more can liberate us from our entanglements than the truth we face and must face.


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Xenonlit 5 years ago

Wow. This is a powerful poem of truth and revelation.


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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

As you described , those quick twists and turns to which you are so familiar . Now n this society I could certainly fit,

I could be the angel who would offer life,

Hope that society is this one that I am thinking.

Great to feel when inner feelings comes out.

Blessings


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

Thanks Writer20 and Don for reading this piece :) Frank


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

Thanks Xeno.. for reading Life was Mercy.. bless you


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Sky for your comments :) bless you


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tillsontitan 2 years ago from New York

So many feelings, yet an undertone of desperation, "being around the living was wrong". Wanting to be an angel that passionately certainly leaves one wondering.

Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much tillsontitam for you wonderful comment :)


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

Hi Frank. I got the impression that the being in this poem is Death. It seems Death saw too much sorrow and wanted to be alive by offering an extension of life rather than taking life - thereby becoming an Angel with the gift of life or an Angel of Mercy. Or am I thinking too deeply here? Whether I am right or not, the poem is very good and makes me think. I enjoyed it.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

ur dead on Phyllis.. thank you for reading ...:)


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Ariel-Cal 2 years ago from Bridgeport, CT

Voted up/beautiful! Keep it up Frank


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

Thanks for the feedback, Frank. I love reading poems that make me think and open to my inner poet. Bless you.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

and bless you too Phyllis

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