Trapped in Fears

He was trapped in fears,

The wind whistled in his ears,

And the moon huddled

Under the gray skies,

The night looked deep into his eyes,

As if it understood his pain,

Then more fear came like rain,

And it promised no gain,

His heart was cold as river stones,

And the chill picked at his bones,

The sorrow in his throat

Made him choke,

As the fear was beginning to rise

Like a swarm of moths

Among the twist of smoke,

He could hear the fear,

Because he allowed it to be everywhere,

And everywhere it would stream,

At times eliciting a scream,

It was time to say good-bye,

In his breast-pocket was a note,

His spirit would cry,

The fear would coat,

His wrists lay open,

He felt the gashes burn,

He fell as his head would turn,

Facing the barren hillside,

The place he had chosen

To commit the suicide.

© 2013 Frank Atanacio

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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Dear Frank,

That is exactly what one must feel "Trapped in Fear" (a great title), when pondering suicide,which is so very sad that one's mind would ever get to such a point. We never really know what is going on in another one's mind. Superb writing here, as it does so vividly describe the bleak existence and surroundings and thoughts of this person.

Voted up +++ and sharing (well, buttons are not showing at the moment, will return to share---promise!)

God bless, Faith Reaper


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you always loyal Faith God Blessed you... :)


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MrsBrownsParlour 3 years ago from Chicagoland, Illinois

I like the link to nature, with the setting and the imagery. Dark and bleak. It makes me want to send this poor soul some light and warmth! ~Lurana


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much for leaving footprints on some of my pages Mrsbrownsparlour...:)


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sweetie2 3 years ago from Delhi

Very nice poem though most poems usually have woman who is afraid , this is first time I am reading about man who is..


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

what sweetie men can't be afraid LOL


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xstatic 3 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Cold! My mother once found a woman who lived downstairs from us, and her two year old son dead by a gun suicide when I was about 5. The fear of that moment, the despair must be so terrible.


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dghbrh 3 years ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

It flowed like a movie almost unfolding before eyes...great expression about the state of mind exactly before the saddest decision may be....great work as always....shared and votes up interesting.


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Mhatter99 3 years ago from San Francisco

Woe! Controlled brutality. My hat off to you.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

X-man that must have been a dreadful sight.. thanks for stopping by and Dghbrh thank you for your comment and thanks for stopping by and thank you Mhatter for the visit...:)


Valleypoet 3 years ago

There are a few lines I just love here Frank 'the night looked deep into his eyes' and 'his eyes was as cold as river stones'..my two favourites..a haunting verse...brilliantly crafted:-))


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Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

Too real, I felt the pain...lol...really. Surprised me. Very good. ^


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Coming from a great Poet like you Valley Ill take it!!! And thanks Jackie for stopping by :)


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

You expressed the emotions of the man so well in your poem - life in the raw and so true. A great use - and economy - of language here, Frank.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Very deep emotions. Makes you just want to reach out and help....


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

Very stirring, dramatic work. Thumbs up again Frank!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Blossoms Gypsy and wayne barrett for visiting my trap.. bless you guys :)


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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

Frank, I knew something was up when I read "He could hear the fear, Because he allowed it to be everywhere." Much emotion here. I have to go back and read some articles I missed. I like your work.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much MsDora :)


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Cyndi10 3 years ago from Georgia

Wonderfully written, but very sad when the fear we are able to overcome is the fear of dying by our own hands. Your poems continue to be cleverly written.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much Cyndi10


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Vinaya Ghimire 3 years ago from Nepal

I sometimes experience this,I mean I know how it feels when trapped in fears.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Man sorry to hear that Vin...

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