I Escaped With My Skin (Sonnet)

I escaped with my skin though tattered and torn

Yet feeling far less than whole.

Far less like me than when I was born,

A piece of me it seems to have stole.


I ponder this mystery for reason I’ve not,

No finger can I place on the cause.

Giving my attention giving all that I’ve got,

In spite of my inherent flaws.


This feeling I have is an odd one indeed,

There’s nothing I can pinpoint to blame.

My mind the enabler melancholy it feeds,

Insanity is clearly its aim.


For sanity’s sake I must surely let go or suffer the wrath of its grip,

Still deep in my heart I certainly know this only a momentary slip.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


By D. R. DiFrancesco


Your tired eyes look skyward

Begging for comfort without so much as a word

I reach out to you

Cradling you in an embrace born of affection

Expecting nothing in return

Your head resting on my chest

Can you feel my heart beat to your touch

Like a metronome keeping rhythm with your own

Exchanging words without speaking

I can hear your sadness and sense your pain

What can I do to relieve your tortured soul

Provide for you

Offer understanding without judgement

Reassure your lingering doubts

Hold tightly to your trembling hands

I will wade with you through the melancholy tide

You will not be left alone to drown

I am here to keep you afloat when you cannot swim

Don’t be afraid my love

For I will never leave your side

My commitment is eternal

A Dark Trip

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Sour feelings troubling and deep,

Twisting emotions dark hidden,

I know not where these notions I keep,

They come, they consume the life I’m living.

To try and break the hold, the strangle,

Fruitless and wearying as I revolt the demon,

Senses and emotions left bloody and mangled,

Begging sleep to lead solemn dreaming.

For this I hope the obsidian cloud rises,

Paving way for spirit lifted,

Lock away my despondent guises,

To be thankful for all that I have been gifted.