Fascinating mind
It changes like the weather
First happy then sad
If nothing else it’s fickle
Believing just what it wants
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fascinating mind
It changes like the weather
First happy then sad
If nothing else it’s fickle
Believing just what it wants
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Caligula though tyrant he be, is not so unlike my chaotic mind,
Burned to the ground like Nero’s Rome, a cure oh so difficult to find.
Cries to the almighty gods, heaven sent go unanswered,
Eating at my senses and sanity like a cancer.
Why is it that the clarity of thought so often goes awry
When focus eludes me no matter how I try.
Is this a curse–a symptom of a troubled body and soul,
I know not, still it leaves me feeling less than whole.
Most fortunate to me is that it never long lasts,
A matter of hours or days is all it takes to pass.
Yet this is of no less a concern and satisfies me little,
Stunting my spirit like knife to wood wittle.
Alone I am not of this I am certain,
As this diatribe ends and I bring down the curtain.
Praying that soon this too will vanish,
Returning to me clarity from whence it was banished.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scatter-brained fury
Whirlwind– chaotic thought
Focus forfeited
Words, trapped behind a gauntlet
On a pothole laden road
Poetic nightmare…
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Answers–sought after for a lifetime,
Ebbing and flowing,
Never concrete.
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Arms outstretched,
We reach…reaching…
Still always just out of our grasp.
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Ignorant, we think our quest has ended,
Circumstances change,
What once was gospel dissipates.
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We think ourselves wise,
But mere fools are we,
Not knowing that we know nothing.
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Time has proven our innocent arrogance,
Dumbfounded,
We lumber on.
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Still this is not new to mankind,
As antiquity portends,
Locked in this eternal struggle.
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In our end we may finally realize,
We are not so unlike those that came before,
Seeking, yet failing to understand what this all means.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~