It speaks in tongues,
Jagged and cruel to the ear.
It gnaws at human flesh, my flesh
Carnivorous and cannibalistic,
Leaving scars deep within.
These scars, the blood I let is unseen,
Yet the tears are real,
Signs of the pain I’ve embraced
As a lover to his love.
O’ the excuses I’ve made
While revelling in my torment.
I’ve chosen not to go on,
To anchor my future to the misery of the past.
You would not have wanted this, I know,
But weakness and loss are all that I have left.
I understand them,
I take comfort in their constancy
Though they devastate my soul.
To love again would be far more than I could bear,
To smile at the new day would dilute me,
Partaking of joy in the joy of another would sacrifice me!
I am unworthy of romance, of passion
With a heart melancholy and corrupted..
Of this I am certain,
Fate whether by God or my own hand
Will haunt me until the day that I die.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Perhaps it is “Fate” then who desires to be your lover and is the one who is haunting you.
Perhaps you are correct my friend. Thanks as always for your support.
The reason I “Support” you is because your writing is nurturing, feeding and sustaining to my soul … not a small thing! You have a wonderful gift and I wonder if you have any inkling of the magnificence of that gift or of its power to enrich lives?
That is a wonderful and much appreciated compliment John, thank you so much it does my heart good. Have a great night my friend.
Raw and vulnerable. I love your edginess here.
Thank you very much for saying so, I truly appreciate it.