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A Wisp

Updated on March 9, 2017

A Wisp ( Poem One )


He closed his hand to make a fist,

as he stood silently behind bars,

a wisp of transparent mist

specked and sparked like stars,

defiant, and reliant,

as his freedom was just a dream,

and her life ended in a scream,

glancing upward he saw,

her ghostly image reaching out to claw,

the cloudy air,

her death was his fear,

his actions brought him here,

and her there,

forever they’ll stay,

he will remain in prison for killing the one he loved,

crime of passion, without compassion,

as he prays to God above,

her ghost flying,

and he could hear the angels crying,

as his spirit was trailing down,

Hell-bound,

underground,

where it would be found.

Euphoric ( Wisp ) Poem Two

 

I heard the droning,

moaning,

of the dead spirits far away,

their sorrows would play,

as my hand moved toward my throat,

lingering there as the cries grew,

I drew

a small, slow breath,

as death

slowly wandered,

then anticipation rose in my chest,

the strange, euphoric energy was my test,

filling me with endless haunts,

endless taunts,

but it made me bold,

my blood ran cold,

I was restless,

but not without courage,

it turned me into someone else,

so I jumped,

the building was high,

and like a bird I’d fly,

then there was no sound,

as I violently hit the ground.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thanks Lep and Abbie :) bless you both

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      Abbie Rohr 6 years ago

      very talented

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      Leptirela 6 years ago from I don't know half the time

      aww how deep .

      I love it :)