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Darkness Swoops in Like Shadow Cast by the Raven

Darkness swoops in like shadow cast by the raven;

A figment of imagination created by a troubled mind

Or reality, black and foreboding stealing a bit of sanity.

It is impossible to truly know which is which.

 

Fearing the worst, confidence is crushed to dust

Taking with it any semblance of normalcy

And scattering it to the four winds with each living breath.

O’ demon, take not my last shred of humanness

For fear that it may never return.

 

Tell me…what is it that you so hungrily desire!

Feasting on my deepest thoughts and dreams,

Why must you torment with such expectations of disaster?

Take leave…retreat with this illness back to the shadows

I shalt not be enslaved by thy razored talens.

 

Should survival not be my destiny, I shall take leave of my senses

Knowing that I fought to the bitter and bloody end.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Terrorists (Acrostic)

They only win if you live in fear

Envisioning terror around every turn

Red, blood red keeps you awake at night

Rendered by the media and the radical’s might

Only you can stem this terrible tide

Ridding the world of their plague that imbibes

Impending doom is what they so desire

Stifling of hope for a future that’s bright

Tell them their end lies in the approaching hour

Standing as one–their fates are most dire

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

How Long Should I Stay (Sonnet)

How long should I stay, it’s a question of time

As long as you need I suppose, if you must.

Do we really have a say, I say no to the climb

From birth to our death, in the Divine we must trust.

 

One minute or years, it’s out of our control

How long we will be on this earth, we don’t know.

Fear of our passing, certainly taking its toll

For when heaven comes calling, we must go.

 

Try as we might, we can’t stave our own ends

Rearing it’s head, unexpected most times.

This circle of life, no mere mortal can bend

As we wait for the hour, Reaper’s bell to chime.

 

Be thankful for what time we have in this life, fleeting it is to be certain,

Loving your children, mother, father, husband, wife, before you draw your last curtain.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

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 ~~