Horror Poetry: Only If -now in print

Posted: September 13, 2016 in Dark Poetry, Horror Poetry, Scary Stories, Web Content

My short epic poetry tale, Only If is now available for purchase at Amazon….                           Check out the sypnosis and preview below. 

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“Only If” tells the horrific tale of Billy, who has gone crazy from sitting in a jail cell for years and blamed for the murder of his wife… Throughout the years, he relives that specifionlyiffrontcoverc night, when he lost his beloved wife, Clara. Stuck in a jail cell, locked away from everyone who had loved him and a memory that continues to haunt him each waking day. To most, he looks and sounds to be a crazy lunatic murderer, but deep down, Billy is just a scarred man with graphic disturbing memories that carry him to the edge of his sanity.

Written in a poetic epic style, “Only If” will surely entice the reader to join Billy down memory lane and experience the tragedy that brought him to this very moment in life.

paperback:(52 pages)

  • ISBN-10: 1537544039
  • $6.99+ s/h

 

Order at Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/Only-If-Ariana-R-Cherry/dp/1537544039/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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PREVIEW: CANTO 1

The wind howled at his throat as he sulked silently.

There was nothing else for him to do, as he lay in his uncomfortable ratty bed,

staring at the dirty ceiling up above.
Bill had been here for years, without a glimpse of the outside world.

His shaggy unruly blonde mane proved it too.

The only sight he had was through the minute window bars of his cell.

His tall gaunt frame stood up and paced, feeling crazy.

Here he was, trapped in this chamber, without a word from the people he once loved.
“Have I not gone crazy to be a gunman?

Am I insane to the hurt I have pursued?” he muttered….

I haven’t uttered a word for years, I won’t talk, I can’t, he thought to himself…
“So much pain that it’s worthless to even talk about.

Only if I didn’t. Why was I crazy?” he whispered, gripping the cold iron bars.

Only death upon one’s self sounds like a miracle, his mad thoughts provoked him.

His lifeless hands gripped the icy bars as he stared silently

and watched the guilty suspects come through and resist.

I once had innocence…until now, Bill thought to himself

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