Broken hearts and bones
Pain of body and of soul
No less torturous
What it means to be alive
In this material world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Broken hearts and bones
Pain of body and of soul
No less torturous
What it means to be alive
In this material world
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
At what point doth pain subside
Of this I’ve oft times wondered.
Likely not ‘til the time I’ve died
Contrary wouldst be a blunder.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
It isn’t my place
To impose judgement on you
I am not perfect
.
My flaws glisten in the sun
Like a mirror to my soul
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life of deja-vu
Pain, suffering, love, joy
Over and over
Isn’t this what it’s about
So why not just embrace it
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Retaliation
Or at least the thought of it
Over little things
For this I have no excuse
Except for being human
I long to be more
Much more than this petty man
One that’s full of love
Unconsciously forgiving
WIth not one expectation
Even this is hard
This one solitary thing
Before the gauntlet
It is called being human
This one–I cannot escape
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shallow emotions;
Ones locked away from the world
Scratch–claw their way out.
Embarrassment the result,
Succumbing to our frailties.
In being human
At times we’ll stumble and fall
Getting cut and bruised.
Forgive yourself and move on
For the best is yet to come.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~