Through fire and rain
We emerge as better men
We call this thing…life
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Through fire and rain
We emerge as better men
We call this thing…life
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Intemperate mood greets the day,
An avalanche of negativity,
Red carpet for angry outbursts.
Circumstances–weakness of the mind
Blossoms into crimson rage;
Control unattainable.
Justifying actions, so mortal
Refusing to admit humanness, so flawed.
This cannot go on,
This must not go on for sanity’s sake.
Composure must be restored,
Blood pressure, headaches put in check
Anger tamped down.
Knowing this does not diminish the effects
Detrimental and painful.
Deep breaths, soothing mantras serve to calm
Restoring semblance of normalcy.
Considering what could have been done better,
Injecting positivity into aura
Brightening an otherwise dismal day.
Finding balance within
Returns the soul to peace
From the precipice of spiritual disaster.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
My predicament
Funny unless you live it
Then it is just sad
Be cautious with ridicule
As it just might bite you back
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pray tell–Does the universe despise me?
Beleaguered by torment and pain;
I drown as a ship down at sea,
No longer having anything to gain.
Projecting my anguish on others unknown,
Fate lies beyond the boundaries of my soul.
Smiles and laughs behind stone faces shown,
Nothing left of my heart, but a bottomless hole.
Tell me where…oh where does blame lie?
Surely without I am most convinced.
A belief to the day this body dies,
As casket lid closes on my last pain winced.
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Could it be–that perhaps it is I, that has all along been to blame,
None other than me by my God given name.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~