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During the Darkest Hour of the Night

Updated on November 3, 2013



Nothing was said,

but dozens of black roses

appeared daily on her bed,

she was so in love with darkness,

it was euphoric,

she just called it fate,

like giving birth over and over to hate,

her nocturnal habits never went unnoticed,

until that moment,

when she saw the light,

it was during the darkest hour

of the night,

a ghost appeared,

it was utterly smooth and white,

as if he were bleached,

the girl shuddered,

lifting her hand as if to shield

herself from a blinding light,

her muscles felt tight,

it was a task,

so she started to cry,

her face was a mask,

as she was preparing to die,

there was so much pain,

and the shadows were sparkling

from the light rain,

her life would fade,

then floating spirits rushed in,

as if on a mischievous escapade,

the air was thin,

but she didn’t die,

and an angel would call,

at first she didn’t see the angel at all,

then she held onto him

with all her might,

the angel approved and gave her a strange

but graceful slight.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      Wonderful poem and written so well.vote up

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      epigramman 5 years ago

      ...tremendous visionary work here .....and with such poetic brilliance - cinema for the mind and music for my soul!

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      Alexander Thandi Ubani 5 years ago from Lagos

      Absolutely fantastic. Creativity is your second name. I love the way it ended. I hope she finds peace. You have held me spellbound. Lovely piece of poetry! I voted awesome and beautiful

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thanks writer20,, Epi man and urban for reading my little piece bless you all

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      Mary Craig 2 years ago from New York

      Your "little piece" as you call it, holds much emotion. To go from accepting and loving the darkness to seeing the light! A transformation in your own inimitable way!

      Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      till.. thank you for reading my darkest hour

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