Our circle of love
Forged in a golden token
Worn on our left hands
Once held sacred before God
Is now a Cracker Jack prize
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Separate Lives Together
We live,
Separate lives together.
Sharing a roof,
A bed.
Lying back to back.
Void of touch,
Good night
Whispered to an old friend,
Settling for the mundane.
Waking hours,
Life lived apart,
Turmoil of the day,
Work, stress, aggravation,
Too tired to talk.
Meals,
Separate ends of the couch,
Silence for company.
Clink of fork and knife,
White noise,
Breaking tense solitude.
Grown apart,
Here for convenience,
Home, cars, bills, children.
Chains,
Anchors to this hell,
Repetitive, repulsive, depressing,
Loneliness consumes,
Leaving no way out,
Stuck,
In separate lives…
Together.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shattered Glass
Shattered glass sparkles as crystal under foot.
In anger, words were elusive,
You replied with an object of convenience.
O’ the lovely bouquet;
Homeless, evicted from it’s vase residence,
A chaotic arrangement on the hardwood.
Love morphed to hate,
Expressed in oh so funny ways.
Drenched in floral water
Fragrant as your estrogen tears,
Laying prone to avoid concussion.
What brought us here?
Pictures…smile infused speak of happier times,
Posing cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand,
No angry words, no words at all,
Communication via telepathy.
Speaking became a flint
Sparking…fueling fire, blue, white hot.
Singeing flesh and heart,
Blistering physically and emotionally
Until silence became a friend.
There is no reconciliation
No bandage or splint to fix what’s broken.
Like the vase, Irreparably shattered,
Love is left in a million pieces.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Free At Last
Can you feel the beat of my heart
As you once did?
Flesh…
Blood coursing through my veins.
Though strong, not superhuman.
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I bleed the souls of my fathers when cut,
Shed rivers of tears when broken,
Succumb to infirmities with hastening age,
Scar, ugly and jagged in healing,
Die a mortal death when called by the Creator.
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You and I, conjoined in our humanness,
Why do you treat me otherwise?
The lash of your venom has left permanent tears.
Can you not refrain?
These are not badges of honor I wear, but disgrace,
On display to this cynical, forsaken world.
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Treated as a carnival sideshow…no longer!
I am not a marionette bequeathed for amusement,
And you are not my puppet-master.
With sickle these ties shall be no more;
Dignity awaits me just beyond this stage.
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As I reach for the exit door,
Claws dig into my flesh in one final bid,
But I am resolute in my determination;
Pulling free of your hideous grasp,
Free of control, free of your loathing,
Liberated from bondage.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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