Anger of a Man

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 ~~

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 ~~

 

Lonely Souls Drowning

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Lonely souls drowning

Choking on beer and pretzels

At the local dive

Bartenders smile for tips

Acting like you are best friends

This is your charade

The fantasy that you play

Just for survival

While they’re in it for money

You’re in it for attention


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shadowy Mountain

Shadowy mountain

Pressed against the moonlit night

Lonesome cries echo

Who is so drenched in sorrow

That their tears will not subside

Solitary howl

A distant screech cracks the dark

Both eerie and sad

I kneel in prayer for solace

And the coming light of day


~~ 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 ~~

 

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 ~~