Shadowy creatures
Thrive in absolute darkness,
What is it they seek?
Are they feasting on my fears
Or do they desire blood?
Real or imagined
They torture me just the same.
This…my illusion
Has become reality,
Whether I like it or not.
The mind truly can
Be such a terrible thing…
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Imagination is…
Inspiration for the painter’s brush,
Muse for the writer’s quill,
Angst for the actor’s role,
Gas for the engine of invention,
Irreverence to the twisted of mind,
Nuance for the singers song,
Ability for those challenged,
Tenacity in the hearts of the weak,
Ingenuity in the hands of the creative,
Omniscience in the eyes of the faithful,
Nobility in the lives of the insignificant,
…And so much more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
Ghosts are haunting me
Are they real or imaged
What does it matter
Things long dead keep appearing
Wanting to rejoin this life
This can’t be allowed
The past must be left buried
Buried forever
Like the fate of all dead things
To rest in peace–eternal
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do not cower in darkness, in this imaginary fear
The black is nothing but starkness, in one’s own mind my dear
A thing of fairytales and nursery rhymes and legends of all kinds
Impotent in daylights harshness, our worries disappear
.
Oh…the tricks and fears we dream with our active mind
No matter how many tears we cry there are always more to find
Dry your eyes my little one, for none of this is real
As daylight wanes, evening nears, dreams and nightmares intertwined
.
Time will tell that all is well, for I know quite how you feel,
Bedtime comes to room you dwell, to God you pray and kneel
With deepest hope your wishes and dreams most in earnest hear
Before you know as parent this same to your own children heal
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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AUTHORS NOT: This poem was inspired and modeled after the Persian Rubaiyet form introduced to me by Jen over at Blog It or Lose It, please check out her blog, I think you will enjoy it.
Things so real I see
Punished by bizarre demons
Under hellish sky
Shudder and shake, eyes flutter
Another sweat drenched nightmare
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Image Credit: creepypasta.wikia.com
Steeped in black of night
Dangers lurk in the shadows
Like things of nightmares
Evil and malevolent
Though certainly spurious
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Image Credit: nationalgeographic.com
Names long forgotten
Came screaming back to haunt me
As if yesterday
Friends lost on the battlefield
Turn dreams to guilty nightmares
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
White noise
Distorting my senses
Images like flashbacks fill my mind
Thoughts, past, present and future
Blur the lines between fantasy and reality
Sanity or insanity
Who is to say which is which
Its difficult to tell anymore
Dreams materialize in painful rushes of sound and color
Awake…No rest, can’t sleep
Unfolding into vivid nightmares
They seem so real
Glimpses of my innermost fears
Each breath becomes more labored
Struggling to claw back to consciousness
I can feel the blood pulsing through my veins
Rapid, it battles to sustain me
The pounding in my head clouds my vision
Strong burnt coffee the medicine
Nerves steady…Fog recedes
Jarred back to life by the caffine
Another day of subsistence
Endeavoring to crawl out of the darkness
Alone and lonely.
