Clouding of judgement
By bravery in a bottle
Have another drink
You’ll think you’re invincible
Until the painful morning
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Clouding of judgement
By bravery in a bottle
Have another drink
You’ll think you’re invincible
Until the painful morning
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We are still at war
Though it is invisible
To the naked eye
The media doesn’t care
Only the families do
Far away from home
Tears are shed–
With each phone call
Praying for good news
Or maybe no news at all.
They are alone with their fears
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Another dawn,
Sun breaching the adjacent apartment building.
This window open to the vibrant street below.
Oh, were I strong enough to step out,
To join the masses in the frivolity of the day,
But lo! I am not so bold.
Day after day, Mitty-like I sit,
Alone with my thoughts
Dreaming of what could be,
What could have been,
The chivalrous me,
Rescuing damsels in distress,
Storming the castle,
Slaying the dragon,
Saving the day,
Or simply stepping foot on the sidewalk below,
Is that too much to ask?
I don’t know,
But one can dream can’t they?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Word: Mitty – Meaning: noun: An ordinary, timid person who indulges in daydreams involving great adventures and triumphs.
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Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet – Words at the Weekend Poetry Prompt – 7-8 September 2013