Frank F. Atanacio Poet Dramatic Verse

Child Looked Distressed

When the demon walked in,
the child froze,
as he saw its hard eyes and mutilated skin,
and hatred that shows,
haunting images swam before his eyes,
lost souls begging, and he could hear their cries,
he drew a breath,
hoping to avoid death,
he had to force himself to breathe,
hoping the demon hadn’t seen his expression on his face,
he was part of the human race,
but merely an outcast, a disgrace,
he felt that God would not abandon him,
and he would be forgiven,
because if he had nothing else to lose,
then death, instantly is what he’d choose,
the demon turned to him,
he had never been so flustered,
the child looked distressed,
the demon depressed,
as it pointed to the door,
God has forgiven the child,
so in the demon’s house the child need be there no more.

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Kristin Reynolds February 6, 2009 at 2:28 AM Yikes, I agree with Chris, now I feel like there is someone or something behind my back! lol demons can kill ya, a powerful write, love, Kristin

Laurie Ginn February 5, 2009 at 6:52 AM So umm do ya mind if I nickname you Stephen King...seriously though I think we all want released from the hold demons have on us and you're right they have no power except what we give them. Want me to tie your shoe while its sticking outta your mouth~ Laurie

Christopher Higgins February 5, 2009 at 6:16 AM After reading that I am scared to hell..good write..thanks for the comments.