Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
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Flayed like road kill quivering
Unseen and left for dead
On black, cold asphalt shivering
A crack upside the head
From gaping wounds bleeding
A gasp for one last breath
The feel of life receding
Assured most certain death
The black it grows darker still
No longer knowing this place
Sounds they fade and silence fills
The whole of dying minds space
In an instant the sun shines bright
As gentle hands draw me to the light
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Thank you very much for the reblog, I truly appreciate the kind gesture. :)
you are welcome! :D
You created a strong sense of resigned fear before turning it around.
Thank you Gilly, it was just a mood piece, but I thought I should end it on an up-note. :)
This is dark and frightening — with a splash of hope and peace at the end. Very well written.
Thank you, I laid awake with a couple of these lines running through my head starting at 2 am, I figured I should use them in a poem and here you have it. Insomnia at its finest. :)
Hey, better use the lines while you have them! If you’re like me you’ve probably gotten these lines in the middle of the night and figured you’d still remember in the morning… And lost a potentially good poem in the process.
o.O
That is absolutely the case. These came to me at 2 am when I really wanted to be sleeping. :)
…. and then the debate … how tired am I? How much will I regret this in the morning?
… and then the swearing …. “#$%@ muse! You COULDN’T talk to me in the MORNING,could you??!!??”
I was not very pleasant yesterday I can tell you that, I actually was down right grouchy.
Ah, we poets suffer for our art …
… but on some days everyone around us suffers too! ;)
Isn’t that the truth, I torture my family just by being me. LOL :)
We’d be slacking if we didn’t. ;)
We sure would. :)
Wasn’t going to say anything … but … I hope you are okay.
Oh I’m fine, just had some lines in my head and this is what came of it. :)
[Big smile]
:)
I don`t despise my friend Insomnia as much anymore now that I started writing:) Lovely poem…the ending made me smile :D
I’m glad, I would rather see smiles than frowns. :)
Reblogged this on Traces of the Soul and commented:
A lovely poem with many ingredients that makes it so special: deep, meaningful, shocking, reflective and hopeful. Just love it!
Thank you very much, this one came from a few lines that hit me in the middle of the night when I should have been sleeping. I really appreciate the reblog my friend. :)
My pleasure…Ms Insomnia visits can sometimes be rewarding.
Yes sometimes they can, but I seem to have them a little too often for my liking. Thank you for all of your support, I really do appreciate it.:)
Dom DiFrancesco 
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