I escaped with my skin though tattered and torn
Yet feeling far less than whole.
Far less like me than when I was born,
A piece of me it seems to have stole.
I ponder this mystery for reason I’ve not,
No finger can I place on the cause.
Giving my attention giving all that I’ve got,
In spite of my inherent flaws.
This feeling I have is an odd one indeed,
There’s nothing I can pinpoint to blame.
My mind the enabler melancholy it feeds,
Insanity is clearly its aim.
For sanity’s sake I must surely let go or suffer the wrath of its grip,
Still deep in my heart I certainly know this only a momentary slip.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~