Chaos corrals me
Only to cut me loose with a fury
Nothing makes sense anymore
Frying my feeble brain
Useless is it to resist
Steely is her grip
Instead I submit
Only to plunge deeper into the darkness
Never to return
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: depression
Shoulder to Shoulder
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Shoulder to shoulder;
Ricocheting in pinball
Fashion…I’m alone.
Invisible to the hoard,
I am left almost breathless.
Would they notice my
absence. It seems unlikely
For such a small fish.
This sea called humanity
Shows its prey little mercy.
Swallowing it whole,
Spitting out the blood and bones,
It’s carnivorous.
Perhaps this truly is my fate
To fall victim to my fears.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In The Angriest Sky
In the angriest sky
Peace doth prevail.
Her rains, the tenderest kiss
Baptizing this poor sinner.
Look not upon her in dismay,
For beyond her blackness is light.
A serenity beyond outward appearance
Offered to thee if thine eyes you will open.
All is not as bleak as thou believest,
Thy turmoil is but momentary,
Soon to depart if thou wilt allow,
Affording ingress to a brighter day.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Humanities Walk
Humanities walk
Either joyful or a drudge
The choice of each soul
Living in the past
Wallowing in self-pity
Brings only despair
Drawing one into the blackness
Making the light of hope dim
Look at the present
Be thankful for all you have
See only the good
This will enrich your whole life
And grant you abundant peace
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wounds Hidden By Smiles (Tanka)
Wounds hidden by smiles
Are at times the most painful
Tears stain their pillows
Post-traumatic stress is real
Even though you can’t see it
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Long For Silent Sleep
I long for silent sleep
Where dreams take holiday
And nightmares cower in their tombs.
Oh how I have prayed for the abolition of my demons
Banishing them back to Hell,
But I am weak and afraid.
They claw at me in my waking hours
And draw blood in my slumber.
I am but a frightened child
Bowing to their every whim.
To fight them can only encourage pain,
A pain suffered more than once o’er’ these many years.
So I deny the monsters that haunt me;
Pretending that all is well
While I await their next onslaught.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Negativity (Acrostic)
Nightmares, perhaps a chemical imbalance
Edge me ever closer to the precipice.
Granted, I have had a favorable life;
Adorned with friends, family and children,
Time, health, home, finances have been kind.
In spite of all this, happiness eludes me.
Venom spews from my lips quite freely
Instigated by a darkness living deep within.
This I must tame if I am to find lasting peace
Yet I question daily, my ability to do so.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Many Years We Laughed
Many years we laughed
Now with heavy hearts we cry
Saddened by your pain
Hidden by smiles on screen
You were tortured behind doors
Left to your own mind
You couldn’t escape the hurt
Of your wounds unseen
Then in despair you broke
Taking our laughter with you
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In The Daylight I Sit (Sonnet)
In the daylight I sit–tis dark as night
Not void of sun as one might think.
Emotions cloud every thought and sight,
Depressions hole I claw and sink.
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Sadness without good cause inflicts;
Caped in black to draw out life.
Pain…such pain this joyless fix
Cuts like a razor–damn bloody knife.
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Out of the blue this Satan creeps,
Slinking slowly to fill my head.
Of little comfort is nightly sleep
At times a prayer be better dead.
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All is not lost for this too shall pass
Though certain that this time will not be the last.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spirits Suffer Under Winter’s Wrath
Spirits suffer under winter’s wrath,
Testing one’s fortitude to it’s last.
With anger, depression, anxiety and stress,
Leaving our sanity in quite a mess.
One glimpse out the window, on an icy chill
Leaves us with nothing, but time to fill.
Stir-crazy or claustrophobic it matters not,
Being caged as animals, seems an evil plot.
Too dangerous to cross thresholds spiteful path,
Daring us to tempt fate with her frosty laugh.
Those who are bold may chance demise
And look at her face through watery eyes.
Hoping against frostbite or something worse,
That leaves you stiff under Jack Frost’s curse.
So maybe being cooped up isn’t so bad,
Compared to all that you could have had.
Hopefully being stuck with the ones you love
Doesn’t turn out to be such a terrible rub.
Just know that soon this too shall thaw
And leave you more joyful in springtime’s awe.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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