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I Trip the Night Macabre
I Trip the Night Macabre
I Trip the Night Macabre
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I Trip the Night Macabre

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"I Trip the Night Macabre" is an unfiltered look into the dark side of the human mind in poetry form. Follow Vincent Patalano, as he takes you on a journey through the depths of human experience, on a roller coaster ride of emotion that will provide you with highs of hope and love— but not without the free fall of anguish.

Life is difficult, sometimes unbearably so. You can find solace in this collection which provides a release for the pain and an anchor for the hope.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateOct 28, 2020
ISBN9781098341930
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    A DAY IN THE LIFE

    And I awake. I awake in a color sapped room and for a moment I breathe a sigh of relief because everything seems well… appears. I lie. I lie there, my brain crawling out of its fog to the rays of light breaking through the barrier of morning. I hear something. I hear a small familiar sound ever so gently vibrate in my ears. I try to ignore the whimpering but as a human I am unable to ignore a threat once it has been sensed. A whimper it seems, but I know better than that, it’s that disgusting hideous creature it has followed me from my dream… from my nightmare, but is it a nightmare if he follows me while I am awake? I draw my weapon, all my weapons, I throw whatever object or idea that may have worked in past battles with this nemesis. No avail, the growl it’s seething gets louder. So I run, what else am I to do? I’ve run before I can run again. As I run I collide with everything in my way and in the wake pain and turmoil men, women, children, life knocked out of the way, knocked to the ground, to the dirt. Wait… is it gone? Did I out run this

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