Look through the prism
Light refracts in rainbow hues
Coloring our world
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Your blanket of lies
Pulled tightly around my head
Suffocating trust
Killing, what I thought we shared
Sun, moon and the air we breathe
~~ D. R, DiFrancesco ~~
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I blink and you’re gone
Half our bed is crisp and cold
Empty like my heart
Broken by my one true love
Destined to wander alone
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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I gave you everything,
Heart,
Soul,
All that you asked,
You played coy,
Feeding my appetite for love,
With promises and feigned passion,
Luring me into your web,
Wrapping me in a silky cocoon,
Warm and safe,
Nestled in you arms,
A deceitful security,
If only I had not been so blind,
I would have recognized your fangs,
Impaling me to numbness,
Helpless and oblivious,
Under your anesthetic poison,
I waited trembling,
For you to squander all that I am,
Weakened by the deluge,
Blood and spirit abate,
Eyes flutter and roll,
Your beauty,
First limpid, fades to black,
The nothingness that is your soul,
Emptied,
You discarded my hollowed husk,
Leaving me to crumble,
And scatter to the four winds.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Image Credit: clevelandmovieblog.com The telephone rings
A friend calls to meet for lunch?
Sorry, wrong number
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Oh!, envious obsession,
One of seven deadly sins,
Lust for another’s possessions,
Breeds avarice and contempt,
All to what end?
A life of misery,
Constant sadness and dissatisfaction,
Hate, an unquenchable longing,
Reprehensible to a life so succinct,
Cherish the gifts bestowed,
Rejoice in nature,
The heavens,
In family,
For nothing is of greater import,
Earthly possessions are but temporary,
Absconded or lost in passing,
Leaving a desirous heart,
Empty and alone in what lies,
In the hereafter.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Image Credit: reasons.org Sins of the father
Son cast into the world
Misfortune sustained
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Hot summer days,
A/C blasting cold and refreshing,
Music blaring from the car radio,
Cardboard signs,
“Will work for food”,
Litter the freeway off-ramps,
Held by vagrants and transients,
Dirty and broken,
Looking for food,
Looking for a better life,
Hoping to survive another day,
You pass by averting your eyes,
Pretending…no wishing they were not there,
Not because of sadness for their condition,
But out of deep seated embarrassment,
Red faced by lack of action,
Of compassion,
Of sympathy,
Seeing them as less than human,
A drain on society,
Would some spare change put you out,
Not likely,
But then you would have to face reality.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Image Credit: arlingtoncemetary..net The honor of war,
Is lose of life worth the gain
Coffins draped in flags
The sound of taps no relief
To a mother’s broken heart
~~ By D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
