Caligula though tyrant he be, is not so unlike my chaotic mind,
Burned to the ground like Nero’s Rome, a cure oh so difficult to find.
Cries to the almighty gods, heaven sent go unanswered,
Eating at my senses and sanity like a cancer.
Why is it that the clarity of thought so often goes awry
When focus eludes me no matter how I try.
Is this a curse–a symptom of a troubled body and soul,
I know not, still it leaves me feeling less than whole.
Most fortunate to me is that it never long lasts,
A matter of hours or days is all it takes to pass.
Yet this is of no less a concern and satisfies me little,
Stunting my spirit like knife to wood wittle.
Alone I am not of this I am certain,
As this diatribe ends and I bring down the curtain.
Praying that soon this too will vanish,
Returning to me clarity from whence it was banished.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
He was quite ambitious building a bridge across the sea too! Great poem Dom… very nicely written as always 🙂
Thank you my friend, yes I suppose he had his good points, but he certainly was a strange and cruel individual.
our raging minds can be cruel and chaotic … hoping your mind is feeling calmer and more benevolent today. 🙂
I find it strange, it comes and goes, but it is much better right now, thanks Jen. 🙂
chaos is sucky:) you, however, have described it beautifully – and you managed a mention of Caligula! Brilliant.
I was going in one direction with this one and then changed direction, but I thought the lines were still appropriate.
Yet this is of no less a concern and satisfies me little,
Stunting my spirit like knife to wood wittle.
superb lines, liked this one a lot, Dom, very nicely done
Thank you very much sir, I appreciate that. 🙂