Wounds hidden by smiles
Are at times the most painful
Tears stain their pillows
Post-traumatic stress is real
Even though you can’t see it
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Is Pain A Trial
Is pain a trial
Testing the mortal resolve
Of mind and body
This vessel is of the world
While we’re beings of spirit
We must rise above
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Another Day Ends (Tanka)
Another day ends
Thankful for all that I have
Yet unsatisfied
While pain and suffering thrive
I can’t be truly happy
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Roses Thorn (Sonnet)
Roses thorn–savage call,
Reminds how fragile thy love.
Thy bloodless drop of tears they fall,
Tainting thy ivory dove.
In sorrow, my sorrow I beg repent,
Thy pain hast no place in my heart.
I pray to God relief be sent,
Promise never again to take part.
On bended knee I pray thou forgive,
I never meant to perpetrate such pain.
Promise do I for as long as I live,
Or be damned to eternity of shame.
Dearest Rose, beautiful Rose, my thorns I know I must quell.
Revealing my heart to thee who must know, or forever be banished to hell.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Knowing Right And Wrong (Tanka)
Knowing right and wrong
We blame it on upbringing
Wooden switch draws blood
He’s just a child of four
How terrible could he be
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
It Comes Not In A Jar
It comes not in a jar,
Can not be boxed, placed in a sack.
There is no recipe,
No cookbook, no formula to concoct.
There is no raffle,
No lottery, no auction to crave.
It’s no magic potion,
No spell, no wand you can wave.
Very often there’s pain
It slashes, it slices right down to the bone.
Frequently it’s blind,
It’s crippled, it’s stunted as others have shone.
But more often than not it results in true bliss,
It’s passion, it’s love that is tops on the list.
~~ 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 ~~
Feel Anothers Pain
Feel anothers pain
Before you too harshly judge
Called being human
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pain You Cannot See
Pain you cannot see,
Can be heard–
In the wavering of words,
Can be seen–
In the worried expression.
Reliving the past in waking dreams;
Speaking to the invisible that seem so real;
Returning to the present awash with anger.
Ravages of war do not always leave visible wounds–
For the visible may be treated with scalpel and stitch.
That which is unseen may be the most devastating of all,
Lasting a lifetime,
Tormenting, demonizing, incapacitating,
Shattering the spirit.
We see this on the streets,
We see this in the shelters,
We see it on the cardboard signs
And in the tin cans held out by dirty hands,
No place is immune.
These are the ones we turn away,
Diverting our eyes,
Ignoring them as a nuisance,
Wishing they would just go away.
Does not their sacrifice grant them better?
They gave when called,
Offering life and limb;
Permitting us the pursuit of our happiness.
Yet what do we offer in return?
Nothing but contempt.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
At Times Love Doth Tame (Tanka)
At times love doth tame
At others it bites with fang
Either I cherish
For to live without loving
Is to live an empty life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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