Its a dark closet,
Door shut,
Bolt fixed,
Lock turned.
Reaching above the door frame,
Skeleton key missing.
Clanging of metal tells the tale.
You’ve locked yourself inside,
Stolen the key.
Don’t you want rescue,
To be saved,
Freed from this dungeon?
In an instant
Lights go out.
No sign of life beneath locked door.
All is quite,
Retreating to the recesses of your mind.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This blanket of snow,
Holds no greater chill than that of my soul,
Tangled in frigid fingers of emotion,
Drowning in a veritable ocean,
Whose frothy foam I call home.
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I ask not for your sympathy,
Desire not your empathy,
This road I must travel alone,
A path my heart to me has shown,
Until my thirst has been sated.
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To struggle forth and never find,
Reeks with havoc a fragile mind,
Constantly reaching to dull the pain,
No matter how subtle to keep me sane,
Darkness hides the tears I grieve.
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Let not this smile I outward show,
Mislead you that I carefree go,
Buried deep within sullen core,
Bolted and locked the iron door,
My feelings trapped in dungeon black.
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I pray one day to find the key,
To let in light so that I might see,
The gift of worth in this life I’ve led,
Before I join the cold stone dead,
On a sea of stark eternity.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Demons, of the mind or real
Are they not one and the same?
It all depends on how you feel,
Perception is the name of the game.
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A fact to one, to another fiction
It matters your point of view.
A passing fad or tragic addiction,
Apparent in what we say and do.
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It makes no difference the chosen vice,
Whether outside or so ingrained.
Once affliction takes hold, you never think twice,
They are illness’ one and the same
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Bite down on your tongue the next time you speak
About thinks you know nothing about.
The outlook for some, no matter how bleak
Is a demon they’re fighting to rush out.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Steel bars of prison
No match for my jailer’s wrath
Sentence self-imposed
Cruelty and deprivation
Are the penalties for sin
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shadows overhead
Cast my soul into darkness
Threatening to drown
Though I know this is not me
Imbalance marks me victim
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What a weighty beast this animal regret,
Overshadowing the contemporary with antiquity,
For what purpose but to depress.
This concept of past, present, future inequity.
Each fleeting second paints our past,
Never ending, unavoidable, unchangeable
Causing distress and unhappiness if permitted.
Future bears no less weight,
Harboring angst in it’s face…unknown.
To what end, fear, hesitance, isolation.
No one can foretell what challenges lay ahead,
Destiny is what it will be,
Beyond mortal knowledge and control.
Remaining is present, here and now.
Over this deviant only, do we have influence,
Choice…free will, holds dominant sway.
Present is ours to sculpt into a masterpiece;
Then, in an unfathomable moment it fades into past
Never to be relived, redone, reconsidered.
Energies expended on present are well spent,
Are obtainable, conceivable, justifiable.
Past and future serve only to bleed us;
Sapping mind, body and spirit.
Let present feed the future
And bury the past.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dawn breaks black to blue
Stars fight the coming sunrise
A death match of sorts
Anxiety of night wanes
Relinquishing to the day
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Confusion…
Cacophony of sights and sounds
Soupy mixture
A distasteful bombardment
Inescapable…
Every turn a stone wall
Pounding and punishing
Piercing flesh
Drawing blood
Fracturing bone
Draining every last drop of energy
Pushing back
Nothing but resistance
Drenched in sweat
Eyes sting
Bloodshot from strain
Head in hands
Driven to tears
Trapped…
Beaten into submission
Giving up
You win
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Soulfully embrace
The laughter of your children
For innocence fades
Replaced by cynicism
And angst in adolescence
If left to fester
Cherish the inner child
Promote it’s beauty
This will lead to a full life
Filled with joyful abundance
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mirror shattered,
Bluish-green razor edge inviting,
Showing me pieces of who I used to be,
In fractured frames,
Blurring the lines of my worn and weary face.
To go on seems pointless,
In light of the disappointment I’ve sown in my life,
What relief cool glass to flesh would bring,
Were it not for the disappointment it would usher,
The woes of family and friends,
The abomination I would be before God,
The cowardice of my soul,
The greater Hell I would face.
Maybe this life is the biblical Hell,
Perhaps everything hereafter is Heavenly,
I do not know,
I can not know,
These things beyond the knowledge of man,
Revealed as mystery whilst I breath.
Of this I am certain, I will carry my burden,
Not for me as I am beyond hope,
But for those around me,
To prevent the shame of my imperfections.
Maybe this is the cross that I must bear,
Heavy…splinters piercing my flesh,
Wretched in this worldly skin.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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