The Silence Was Unnerving

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The Silence Was Unnerving


Every time they would attack she’d find
their intent on manipulating Human-Kind,
this was the first time
she was facing down,
six vampire warriors while standing her ground,
she had watched her friends’s failure
to cut the vampires down,
with a significantly feeling of sinking,
as the vampires continued drinking,
humans reeling,
falling back,
from the violent un-dead’s attack,
her first attempt had failed,
her foot soldiers bailed,
left her alone to die fast,
as seconds seem to hurry past,
the silence was unnerving,
and her emotions didn’t last,
she fell apart,
and to the darkness,
she relinquished her heart.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

Atanacio’s Poems (43)

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In A Cool, Dry Place 0
Masking Her Fate 2
Complete The Beasts 0
Souls Sang 2
Guilty, And He Knew Why 0
Eyes Smoldering 0
Quiet The Cries 0
A Slim Figure Rising 0
He Sensed Defeat 0
Calm Passed 0
Marched Briskly 0
Trinity Sunday 1
He Stood In The Shadows 0
Familiar Stranger 0
Ocean Air 0
Earthbound 1
Into Glazed Eyes 0
Proof Of God 1
Peculiar Brush With Death 0
State Rested 0
No Sign Of Regret 0
First Kiss 0
Asphyxiation 0
Condemnation 1
Her Emotions Were Mummified 1
No Kingdom Come 1
Deck Red 0
God's Eyes, Grim 1
Floated To Heaven On A Dream 0
Nothing More Than A Dream 0
A Flamboyant Amber 0
Life Fell Prey 0
Emotions Sift 0
The Silence Was Unnerving 0
Die... 0
This Game 0
Only A Voice Mail 0
A Flamboyant Amber 2
Soft Kisses 1
Ghost Shook Her Head 1
Exhilarating Freedom 0
Muted Chatter 0
Putting Death On Hold 1