My mortality
Something I face every day
Yet I have no fear
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Eternal Mourning (A Personal Observation)
Sadness and tears, claim the soul for years…maybe a lifetime, but at what cost?
As mortals, death is the inevitable culmination of life, but this is of little consolation to the irrational minds of man.
We look to eternity…nay we believe that we are eternal to satisfy our fear of the inevitable. Is this not simply the denial of what we humans cannot change. Whether you believe in the Divine or that this is a life of finality is of little consequence. We can never truly know, except by the man made belief in faith.
Look at the broken souls around you, those trapped in a cycle of sorrow and realize that their suffering is, but a test of strength, a test of their fortitude that only they can come to terms with.
It is not our place to criticize or rationalize their suffering, but instead it is our purpose here on earth to sympathize and comfort those in need remembering that we all mourn in our own way.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spirits From Beyond
Spirits from beyond
Whether you believe or not
It’s all up to you
But don’t be shocked if one day
You’re face to face with the dead
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Just as Time Passes
Just as time passes
So to do nature’s seasons
Winter comes calling
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Swells Do Roll and Crest
Swells do roll and crest
Ever higher and deeper
In violent rage
Poseidon shows no mercy
In the face of man’s folly
He takes what is his
Via trident and tempest
As done for eons
Seafarers have felt his wrath
With their last breath and their souls
Neither steel nor wood
Doth offer them asylum
This is not his way
As he strangles his victims
To fill his watery grave
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Time of Transition
Time of transition
Inevitable as birth
This is not the end
It’s simply the beginning
Of your spirit’s next journey
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
100 Word Story: This Must Be Hell
This must be Hell!
Confusion clouds my senses as I sit drenched in sweat consumed by the blackness of this void. I have clawed and scratched at the coarse stone walls for all these many hours to no avail. The sting of broken nails and bloody fingers are the only reward for my efforts.
Pressing up, the ceiling offers no means of escape. Instead the jagged rocky teeth tear my forearms and hands to ribbons…I am trapped!
Uncontrollable tears stream down my cheeks as I am resigned to my fate, that Hell is real and I’m going to die.
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
50 Word Story: Black, White or Blue
I feel the pain with my last dying breath as the warmth of crimson surrounds me. My legacy will be the chalk outline I’m soon to become ‘til washed away by the acid rains.
Whether black, white or blue, does it really matter when you’re dead.
…Death is color blind!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feet Cut and Blistered
Feet cut and blistered
Gravel road their nemesis
The journey of life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reaping What We Sow
Reaping what we sow;
Hatred only breeds hatred
As history proves.
See the neverending wars,
The eternal racism.
Turning a blind eye;
Pretending it doesn’t live
Does not make it true.
Ever since nine eleven
War has been never ceasing.
Ferguson…murder,
Baltimore, New York City
Charleston…again murder!
Racial hatred at its worst,
Plantation mentality.
This land of the free
Has sadly become a myth…
Just look at the news.
We are in shackles to war,
Racism, hatred and greed.
Sadly we don’t see
We are mice on the treadmill
Blindly taking bait.
I guess it really is true…
We are reaping what we’ve sown.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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