I long for silent sleep
Where dreams take holiday
And nightmares cower in their tombs.
Oh how I have prayed for the abolition of my demons
Banishing them back to Hell,
But I am weak and afraid.
They claw at me in my waking hours
And draw blood in my slumber.
I am but a frightened child
Bowing to their every whim.
To fight them can only encourage pain,
A pain suffered more than once o’er’ these many years.
So I deny the monsters that haunt me;
Pretending that all is well
While I await their next onslaught.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I relate to this so much right now.
I’m glad, I am very glad you liked it and could relate.
Ouch. I can relate. Wishing u peace. For fun- my poem “boogie man in my head” may strike ya familiar.
Wow, I can absolutely relate to your poem sadly I think that most times the boogie man in my head is me. Thanks for telling me about this poem, I really liked it a lot.
For sure- glad you liked it- of course I wish you could have related less with it! The “is me” angle is a unique one… Never looked at it that way. Got me pondering……. Ty
I certainly wish I didn’t relate, but I think it was so spot on in so many ways that it was almost frightening. I really appreciated the piece. Be well my friend.
You likewise.
Fears are horrible feelings! You have described these demons very well!
Thank you Carol, that is what I was trying to get across.
So beautifully written the hell the nights can bring, praying only for the light of dawn to rest.
I’m glad you understood it, that means a lot to me. Sometimes we right and wonder if anyone gets it.
At Traces, I often get different interpretations of my poems and I like that too…it reminds me of my aunt who is an artist (painting) and she lets folks see what they want to see especially if the love it enough to buy it 😀
That is what I love most about writing. I love to see what people find in my writing. It really isn’t important that they see what I see, but that they see what means most to them.
And many times your words come at a perfect moment…even healing. Blessings, my friend
Thank you Cheryl-Lynn and blessing to you as well.
Intense and wonderful poem Dom. Hang in there!
Thank you very much, I will.