The Christmas light slowly dims
As joy’s illusions fade
Back to a world cold and grim
A fond goodnight it bade
Try as I might to keep the spirit
Darkness bolts the door
Come Holy Night each year I fear it
My psyches ghostly whore
This sadness black torments my soul
On every Christmas eve
I beg for mercy God fill this hole
So my heart no longer grieves
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Muddled thoughts and sour mood,
So unlike for me to brood.
.
What and why I do not know,
Whilst I wait for it to go.
.
Twist of fate or slight of hand,
Either one would sure be grand.
.
To cheer me up and make me smile
Releasing me from this cursed trial.
.
But alas today it seems to be
Another day without much glee.
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Clouds of pitch and torrential rains
Dampen my spirit and fog my brain.
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Sure I know this too shall pass
For gloom this dark cannot last.
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Until then most sullen I’ll be,
Awaiting the key that sets me free.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stench of urine,
Cardboard shacks,
Shopping carts,
Tattered clothes,
Hand-me-downs from the dumpster I suppose.
Rummaging through waste baskets,
Feasting on tainted food scraps,
Hiding in the shadows,
Sleeping on steam grates,
Misused,
Abused,
Something less than human.
Left for dead in the cold,
Filth in the form of flesh and blood,
But have you ever looked into their eyes,
Heard their hearts beat,
Seen them cry,
Gasp for their final breath?
I’m sure you haven’t
As you stepped over their broken bodies,
Avoiding them like the plague,
Chuckling at their despair,
On your way to your comfortable life.
Can’t you take a moment to lend a hand,
A little food,
A little shelter,
A bit of cash,
Instead of treating them like lepers,
Feeding off teets of the man..
You don’t know them,
You don’t know their stories,
Their hardships,
Their tragedies,
But you should…
They are our brothers and sister after all.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Angry thorns of blood red rose
What seething lies behind grace?
A gorgeous vessel hollow knows
Deception lives in their space.
Flawless in another’s eyes
Believing what we think we see.
Behind closed doors this angel cries
Wishing to only be free.
Prisons reveal in many forms
Hiding ugliness on the inside.
Keeping contained the tempests storm
‘Til emotions and rage collide.
Then you will see the fragile soul living with torment and fear,
Begging for mercy to fill the hole that now shows so visibly clear.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shadowy creatures
Thrive in absolute darkness,
What is it they seek?
Are they feasting on my fears
Or do they desire blood?
Real or imagined
They torture me just the same.
This…my illusion
Has become reality,
Whether I like it or not.
The mind truly can
Be such a terrible thing…
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reliving the past
While destroying the present
This we do so well
Tamping down our happiness
With the pain we so relish
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feelings of despair
Brought on by this hectic world,
Hopelessness abounds.
Could our connectedness be to blame;
Glowing screens of every shape and size?
Even in sleep there is no rest
For the modern mind will not quiet.
Discerning truth from fiction is ever more daunting
With the right and left screaming for attention.
I’ve forgotten what silence is like,
No notifications, no ringing, no television
…A simpler time.
Could it be time to power off
Leaving all things electronic black and lifeless?
It’s undeniable that those times were happier,
That families talked and people listened.
We walked with our heads up and smiles on our faces
Instead of head down and into poles.
Maybe twenty four hour news, tweets and likes are a cancer
Feasting on our teetering sanity.
I am a realist, I know the past is the past
To which we will never return,
But maybe a little self imposed downtime is in order
Just for a bit of nostalgia.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Darkness swoops in like shadow cast by the raven;
A figment of imagination created by a troubled mind
Or reality, black and foreboding stealing a bit of sanity.
It is impossible to truly know which is which.
Fearing the worst, confidence is crushed to dust
Taking with it any semblance of normalcy
And scattering it to the four winds with each living breath.
O’ demon, take not my last shred of humanness
For fear that it may never return.
Tell me…what is it that you so hungrily desire!
Feasting on my deepest thoughts and dreams,
Why must you torment with such expectations of disaster?
Take leave…retreat with this illness back to the shadows
I shalt not be enslaved by thy razored talens.
Should survival not be my destiny, I shall take leave of my senses
Knowing that I fought to the bitter and bloody end.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Anger of a man
Lashing out at the world,
Perhaps it’s sadness.
He’s being eaten from inside
And left for dead by mankind.
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Hastily judging
Simple feeds the savage beast.
Leaving him a shell,
Unrecognizable to
Friends and family alike.
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Such a waste is this
When each life is so precious
To cast it aside.
Leaving him alone to die
Amongst the concrete and cold.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is our purpose
Living this life of struggle
With touches of joy
Fighting to enter this world
Then suffering to get out
In between is life
That can’t be taken with us
When we meet our end
Again I must ask…
What is our purpose
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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