I stammer to speak,
Unable to make things right,
After all I’ve done.
Cursed to suffer shortcomings
Bestowed upon me justly.
Is this destiny?
Sorry is incapable
Of healing your wounds
Inflicted by arrogance,
Bred out of my selfishness.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Calls go unanswered
Are you not at all concerned
Like ships lost at sea
When late to arrive at port
We send out a search party
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In the throng,
I spied you sitting solo,
Green of the bench,
Accenting your eyes,
You didn’t see me,
Melded into the swarm,
Sadness pooled in your eyes,
Hurt by God knows what,
I wanted to be the one,
Be the penicillin to heal you,
But it was not to be,
Pain came to comfort you,
Thrusting an arm around you,
Mopping dry your crimson stained eyes,
Hand-in-hand you strolled away,
One spartan look,
Cast over your shoulder,
You knew I was there,
Without truly knowing,
But your heart was committed to another,
Committed to Pain…
Of love.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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The gray sky, clouds hover
Looks like another snow day
Cold, harsh, unfeeling
You left me for another
Shattering my heart like ice
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Criticism,
Painful at first blush,
Until you peel away the layers,
Exposing a vulnerable core,
Where some bit of truth lies,
The abrasion is only momentary,
Shallow and unremarkable,
Healing once embraced,
Allowing growth of mind and spirit,
Reinventing that which faltered,
Strengthening all that we are.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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