The Thirst


The old man’s spirit failed to think,

eyes unfocused,

he couldn’t even blink,

he was so thirsty, he just needed a drink,

thoughts were like sparks,

flying so fast,

but it wouldn’t last,

he sensed the harm,

as the tension ran up his arm,

through his head,

like power through a high voltage line,

he thought he was going to die,

but he was already dead,

he was wrapped in the fabric of darkness,

breathing, but no breath,

living in death,

lost souls would scream,

it filled the air,

then he heard the unmistakable

splatter of a stream,

very near,

hearing the constant swish

and the bubbling of the water,

he felt like a fish,

tossed onto the dry land,

the devastation of the thirst took command,

onward he walked,

as the demons chattered and talked,

tempted by the stream,

he lingered in his own hell,

and in repeated waves,

the terrain rose and fell,

sprinkles of water kept hitting his feet,

but when he bent down,

to place his hand to the ground,

he felt it hardened into packed soil,

the stream disappeared,

playing tricks on him, that he feared,

he was never going to drink again,

in that he was sure,

so he finally gave up,

and the thirst didn’t squeeze him

as tightly as it did before,

the darkness seemed less oppressive,

as dried branches cracked beneath his feet,

he realized that winning came with defeat,

music filled the air,

what was missing was his fear,

his heart softly pounds,

amazingly, he found himself

hearing more beautiful sounds,

he thought they were toying with him

again at first,

but he no longer suffered from the thirst.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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tobusiness 3 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

Frank, very Interesting message here, as well as a great write. We have to fully realize and accept our situation before we can begin to come to terms with it. Brilliant!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you tobusiness :)


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LadyFiddler 3 years ago from Somewhere in the West

Hi Frank this was a beautiful read I am glad that he got his thirst quenched :)

Have a wonderful weekend

Take care


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much my dear lady :) bless you


SandCastles 3 years ago

This is good.

This man's drink might even be alcohol, about a man going through withdrawal and conquering his need for a drink.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

lol ur good sandcastles LOL


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LadyFiddler 3 years ago from Somewhere in the West

you are welcome frankie, i don't know why but the name frank just reminds me of frankie lymmon and the song "why do fools fall in love" LOL


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LaThing 3 years ago from From a World Within, USA

Wonderful poem with a very different message! Very powerful..... And clear picture. Great work, Frank! How do you do it?! :)

Voting up and awesome....


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

LOL thats funny lady..LOL your sweet bless you again and Lathing I dont know LOL you're too kind


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LadyFiddler 3 years ago from Somewhere in the West

uh huh funny but true

Have a good night Frankie Lymmon LOL, I mean Frank Atanacio ;)


SandCastles 3 years ago

Frankie Lymon alway reminded me of Gary Coleman, the actor who said, "What you talkin bout?". Frankie Lymon died at 25 if a herion overdose. It was quite tragic.

When I see the name Frank Atanacio, I think Frank Sinatra, an Italian name.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks again lady..:) and Sandcastles for the history LOL :)


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ubanichijioke 3 years ago from Lagos

I will say dramatic and well written. Quenching a thirst when in need always bring refreshment and satisfaction. Glad you took me into a thirsty man's world.

Good job my dear Frank.

Thandi


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks for stopping by Uban :)

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