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Perfectly Miserable

Updated on February 23, 2015


It’s been years since I last saw him,

he got much colder as he got older,

and he questioned the existence of God,

he didn’t want to believe

in someone he couldn’t see,

and when I saw him,

his appearance startled me,

he was thinner,

his words would trail,

his memory would sometimes fail,

his skin was dry, his face very pale,

he was frail,

he’s never lived a life of sin,

he stuck out his hand for shaking,

his fingers were so thin,

I could see the blue veins

pulsing beneath the watery skin,

he just sat still in one place,

with a moist gleam about his face

that suggested fever,

I was all that he had,

his body odor was bad,

he was like a relic, covered in flies,

as he stared at me with bulging

tortured eyes,

perfectly miserable, but still alive,

while everything around him, up and dies.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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      Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

      This a very nice poem Frank . I know it was not the wrath of the Most High ,but rather his refusal to allow himself to see the light .

      Well done by my standards, I like! I voted where all miserable life should look .Up to the hills from whence Cometh out strength.

      Blessings..

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      Jennifer Vasconcelos 5 years ago from Cyberspace and My Own World

      So profound yet so eloquent! Awesome piece.

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      Audrey Howitt 5 years ago from California

      What a sad place to be--you captured it eloquently.

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      You are a wondeful writer of poems. This is a little sad for me, my friend.

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      Cynthia B Turner 5 years ago from Georgia

      You did it again. You have quite a knack for capturing a mood of sadness, of regrets.

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      LaDena Campbell 5 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

      Wow...just wow...wonderful writing!

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      Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

      You remind how feeble we humans are. Beautiful piece of writing.

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      Justin W Price 5 years ago from Juneau, Alaska

      excellent poem. Scary picture!

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thanks Cyndi, justateacher Vinaya and PDX for reading my perfectly miserable

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      Patsy Bell Hobson 2 years ago from zone 6a, SEMO

      A clear illustration of perfectly old. Perfect misery, I think may be unattainable. I like this.

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      Harish Mamgain 2 years ago from India

      Sad but true ! What a vivid depiction of old age ! Great poem indeed.

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      Mary Craig 2 years ago from New York

      Frank this one hits home on so many levels and for so many people. "everything around him up and dies"...as we get older we feel that statement more than the young can imagine.

      Not seeing an aging parent for a while can certainly be a shock on your first visit home.

      This was just such a real poem!

      Voted all but funny and shared.

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      Mary Norton 2 years ago from Ontario, Canada

      Like Tillsontitan, this hits home. As many in our circles are dying, death becomes very real. Love the title.

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      Uzochukw Mike 2 years ago from Oba

      Though I am not a writer of poem but this is great.

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      Patricia Scott 2 years ago from sunny Florida

      It is heart wrenching to see those we love become mere shadows of their former selves as they age. I know only too well how those last years steal the flesh right off of the precious bones of those we love.

      I know they too felt the sorrow when those around them died as they lived long lives.

      Moving, poignant piece

      Angels are on the way to you this morning. ps

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      ArtDiva 2 years ago

      Sadly, at a certain age, age creeps in, little by little, day by day. Frank, you certainly have a way with dark words, so profoundly eloquent.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Patsy, Harish and Tilsontitan for visitibg my miserable.. bless you guys...:)

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you for reading aesta.. bless you

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Uzock-Mike

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      pstraub... thank you for stopping by and reading my Perfectly Miserable :)

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      Artdiva thank you for your comment bless you

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      Lesleysherwood 2 years ago

      This is so profound. We take life for granted when we're young. Time creeps up on us while we're looking the other way. I love your writing Frank.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Lesley :)

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      Frank Atanacio 20 months ago from Shelton

      Writer20 its a a great compliment coming from a poet like you :)

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