I cannot think
My mind is scattered
Bleeding, filling my cranial sink
Thoughts are shredded, left in tatters
Puzzle pieces, pieces missing
Torn away from stem
Cold then hot my fires hissing
In hopes of penning another gem
Inspired–no
My brain’s a scramble
It’s best I go
To end this ramble
‘Til the time we meet anew
I hope to have my thoughts arranged
Who knows what my mind will brew
From words right now that are so estranged
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sorrowing Old Man – Vincent Van Gogh – 1890
By D. R. DiFrancesco
~~
Drifting away,
Drowning in a sea of desperation,
Grasping for a life ring of sanity,
Just out of my reach.
~
I look within,
A swirling cyclonic mess embodies me,
Unrefined shapes and forms,
Seeking to undermine me at every turn.
~
This Impenetrable darkness,
That neither sun nor joy can imbue,
Why have I been cursed with this plague,
Delivering pain to the four winds of my soul.
~
Overwhelming sadness clutches me to her bosom,
Offering me nothing but anguish,
Have I not been tormented enough,
Stripped and laid bare to the elements.
~
God and science offer no comfort,
For the troubled mind worships it’s own demons,
I have prayed to exercise them,
Yet found the only panacea is time.
~
With night, slumber offers me respite,
Time for healing,
Calm for the erratic mind,
Hope for a clearer perspective at dawn.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Being pulled from side-to-side,
My mind,
A menagerie of disjointed thought.
Attempts at composure,
An act of self-deprecation,
Leading me further into disarray.
What do I do?
Emotions have no focus,
Every path a winding dead end.
Holding me back,
Racked between chaos and cognition,
Drowning in confusion.
I urge myself to take a breath,
Empty my tortured mind,
If only for a night.
Hoping for thoughts to regain composure,
I know this too shall pass,
It always does.
In the meantime,
Wallowing in this mire, that is my mind,
I will wait.
Dom DiFrancesco 