Shoulder to shoulder;
Ricocheting in pinball
Fashion…I’m alone.
Invisible to the hoard,
I am left almost breathless.
Would they notice my
absence. It seems unlikely
For such a small fish.
This sea called humanity
Shows its prey little mercy.
Swallowing it whole,
Spitting out the blood and bones,
It’s carnivorous.
Perhaps this truly is my fate
To fall victim to my fears.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
fashion
is for followers
~
take comfort
being an artist
~
you chose
and create
your own path
Absolutely my friend…well said.
There is a lot to ruminate over in this short but vivid poem, Dom. I think we all feel this way without being able to express it as clearly yet poignantly as you do.
Thank you Beth, I’m sure that we all go through this from time-to-time.
This is a great one, Dom. I can feel the intensity in your words and it represents how I feel quite often. Thanks!
Thank you so much Kate.
Wow, Dom!