Filleted flesh from bone
Cut by separations blade
My love so distant
Pain so intense I’m in tears
Draining blood from heart and soul
When will my wounds mend
When will tears finally dry
When will torment end
Reuniting with my love
Never again torn apart
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
When I’m left alone
I realize what I miss
Your love and your touch
Reminding me of our youth
And what we felt long ago
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Peace, goodwill towards men–
I believed this once,
A long, long time ago it seems.
I can still remember her smile,
The love of my life,
Us…hand-in-hand,
Not a care in our perfect little world.
And the kids–
Oh how they loved Christmas.
Not just the presents,
The paper, the bows,
But the time we spent together.
We were a family,
A perfect design by Hallmark.
Now she’s gone,
The years were not kind to her;
And the kids–,
Grown, families of their own–
Don’t come around much anymore.
Hell, I don’t remember the last time.
The gesture of a card would be nice
Just to let me know they cared,
That they remembered me,
But no…
It was not meant to be,
Alone I sit, stranded for the holidays.
This wasn’t how I saw my later years,
Aged, lonely,
Awaiting the ghost of Christmas past.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Writing Prompt: Tuesday’s Thinking 17 December – By Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet
Loneliness,
self imposed
out of shyness,
A struggle.
.
Afraid
of hurt,
I’ll remain invisible.
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Silence deafening
Alone with my thoughts of you
Tormenting my soul
Will loneliness be my fate
Led by love’s vicious blindness
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We live,
Separate lives together.
Sharing a roof,
A bed.
Lying back to back.
Void of touch,
Good night
Whispered to an old friend,
Settling for the mundane.
Waking hours,
Life lived apart,
Turmoil of the day,
Work, stress, aggravation,
Too tired to talk.
Meals,
Separate ends of the couch,
Silence for company.
Clink of fork and knife,
White noise,
Breaking tense solitude.
Grown apart,
Here for convenience,
Home, cars, bills, children.
Chains,
Anchors to this hell,
Repetitive, repulsive, depressing,
Loneliness consumes,
Leaving no way out,
Stuck,
In separate lives…
Together.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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A knock on the door
The sound of locks and latches
A wary welcome
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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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The telephone rings
A friend calls to meet for lunch?
Sorry, wrong number
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sadness,
Cast like a net over me,
Threatening to pull me under.
Staring out the window as if hypnotized,
Cars pass,
Wind blows through the trees,
Pedestrians carry on with their day,
The sun is shining,
Still I see nothing and feel everything.
This unexplainable innervation,
Shows up like an unexpected visitor,
Uninvited and unwanted,
Unshakable.
Bombarding me with questions and doubts,
Hiding my head in the sand,
Trying to bury the incessant noise,
Unsuccessful, I succumb to the torment,
Tired,
I find little consolation in it’s ephemeral nature,
Its no less painful,
Seems no less eternal,
Leaves me no less hopeless.
With painted smile,
I wander aimlessly through the day,
An observer of my surroundings,
Unable to participate,
Handicapped by sorrow,
Handcuffed to my emotions.
Viscerally I know this will pass,
This realization is all that sustains me,
A lifeline tossed to a drowning man,
Grabbing hold with all my strength,
Waiting to be dragged to shore,
Into the waiting arms of sanity.
Dom DiFrancesco 