Tag Archives: torment

Will We Never Learn

My face,

A dark reflection rippling in the deep, black of the water.

My soul,

Tainted by the depth of corruption this our world.

My heart,

Cold and pained from the lack of humanity and love.

My mind,

Tormented by the illogic that man inflicts on man.

My body,

Ravaged and aged beyond its years from stress and pain.

My faith,

Broken by the intolerance and hatred shown toward our fellow man.

My life,

Stunted by feelings of helplessness.

My wish,

That all these agonies can be healed

Then, like a cold stone wall, reality hits me,

Breaking my spirit and my will.

As I watch the demons of history

Resurrected time and time again.

Will we never learn?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Steel Bars – A Tanka

Steel bars of prison

No match for my jailer’s wrath

Sentence self-imposed

Cruelty and deprivation

Are the penalties for sin

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Storms Rage – A Tanka

Storms rage with fury

Devastating destruction

Tearing limb-from-limb

Pain not invoked by nature

But by a tormented soul

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cast Out These Demons

Cast out these demons

That torture my wretched soul

Like the bane of Job

Carrying on by faith

Though physically tormented

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Am I strong enough

A question I’ve often asked

Getting no response

I fear that I’ve been given

Much more than this man can bear

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Destined to struggle

Though I know I’m not alone

This holds no comfort

As I wander through this world

Defending against evil

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The mortal evil

That plagues all men from within

Instilled at their birth

Threatening to damn our souls

To the immortal hellfire

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Vultures (A Dark Poem)

The Vulture

The Vulture

Those birds, those horrid blood sucking birds

Circling overhead, their red collared necks deep crimson in the setting sun.

Sensing the departure of spirit and will,

Waiting for the living to become lifeless,

Relishing the coming of death.

What morbid creatures are these, heartless and soulless.

Lying here, is this to be my last vision,

This hideous species of fowl

Bent of emptying my sockets, disemboweling me,

A meal for the taking.

Impaled by the prey I so stealthily sought,

Victim of my own arrogance.

Alone and lonely, shielded in blood soaked clothes

Most certainly this is not the end I envisioned.

What of my loving wife,

What will become of my children,

What of?

They circle…

Lower now, they smell the end is near,

Smell of death is in the air, death is inevitable.

Cold is setting in, the end is close.

Swooping low, these maggots, they torture me,

Flapping of their wings, stench of rotting flesh.

Daylight is fading,

I am so tired, so cold, so at peace.

Do what you will my relentless tormentors;

My family will remember me as I was not as I am,

A poor wretch soon to be torn and scattered,

Nothing but a whisper on the four winds.

Take me O’ winged beasts, take me now!

My time has come,

…Farewell.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Gentle Caress – A Tanka

Image Credit: artmajeur.com

Image Credit: artmajeur.com

A gentle caress

Awakens me from slumber

Like an angels touch

Sent down from Heaven above

To salvage this tortured soul

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Free At Last

Can you feel the beat of my heart

As you once did?

Flesh…

Blood coursing through my veins.

Though strong, not superhuman.

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I bleed the souls of my fathers when cut,

Shed rivers of tears when broken,

Succumb to infirmities with hastening age,

Scar, ugly and jagged in healing,

Die a mortal death when called by the Creator.

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You and I, conjoined in our humanness,

Why do you treat me otherwise?

The lash of your venom has left permanent tears.

Can you not refrain?

These are not badges of honor I wear, but disgrace,

On display to this cynical, forsaken world.

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Treated as a carnival sideshow…no longer!

I am not a marionette bequeathed for amusement,

And you are not my puppet-master.

With sickle these ties shall be no more;

Dignity awaits me just beyond this stage.

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As I reach for the exit door,

Claws dig into my flesh in one final bid,

But I am resolute in my determination;

Pulling free of your hideous grasp,

Free of control, free of your loathing,

Liberated from bondage.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Seeking Answers – A Tanka

Tormented souls weep

Looking skyward for answers

Like astronomers

Seeking what can not be seen

With the naked eye of man

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Of Sadness – Haiku

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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In sadness I fade

Left a hollow carapace

Of the man I was.

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In the black of night,

Sorrow rears it’s ugly head,

Leaving me tortured.

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Alone with my thoughts,

Silence as my only friend,

Plotting my demise.

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With head in my hands,

I  pondered ending it all,

But what is the point.