This blanket of snow,
Holds no greater chill than that of my soul,
Tangled in frigid fingers of emotion,
Drowning in a veritable ocean,
Whose frothy foam I call home.
I ask not for your sympathy,
Desire not your empathy,
This road I must travel alone,
A path my heart to me has shown,
Until my thirst has been sated.
To struggle forth and never find,
Reeks with havoc a fragile mind,
Constantly reaching to dull the pain,
No matter how subtle to keep me sane,
Darkness hides the tears I grieve.
Let not this smile I outward show,
Mislead you that I carefree go,
Buried deep within sullen core,
Bolted and locked the iron door,
My feelings trapped in dungeon black.
I pray one day to find the key,
To let in light so that I might see,
The gift of worth in this life I’ve led,
Before I join the cold stone dead,
On a sea of stark eternity.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~