By D. R. DiFrancesco
Sour feelings troubling and deep,
Twisting emotions dark hidden,
I know not where these notions I keep,
They come, they consume the life I’m living.
To try and break the hold, the strangle,
Fruitless and wearying as I revolt the demon,
Senses and emotions left bloody and mangled,
Begging sleep to lead solemn dreaming.
For this I hope the obsidian cloud rises,
Paving way for spirit lifted,
Lock away my despondent guises,
To be thankful for all that I have been gifted.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Nightfall settles in
Overtaking the light
Howling, hooting, cawing sounds
Startled, peering up, down, left, right
Noise from all directions
Fear and angst clutter the mind.
Irrational thoughts of dread
Rustling leaves and brush
Freeze as though flash frozen
“What’s that?” said internally
“Nothing but the wind.” the reply
Nerves pricking the skin like a million needles.
Trembling, feeling breathless
Shadows unfold, something is watching
Moonlight and movement weave their tale
Nonsense as the pace hastens
Trying to outrun torment
Trepidation weighs heavy.
Lightening flashes, knees weaken
Surroundings visible in the flash
Lost, the scene barbaric
Foreboding wrenches at the soul
Uncontrollable, Tears flow in streams
Screaming, the only respite.
Senses amble untamed
Drenched, sweat cold and moist
Disoriented struggling to find the way
Surreal, clutching the sheets
Muscles tighten, eyes open with a jolt
Relieved it was only a nightmare.
Dom DiFrancesco 