The Christmas Light Slowly Dims

The Christmas light slowly dims

     As joy’s illusions fade

Back to a world cold and grim

     A fond goodnight it bade

Try as I might to keep the spirit

     Darkness bolts the door

Come Holy Night each year I fear it

     My psyches ghostly whore

This sadness black torments my soul

     On every Christmas eve

I beg for mercy God fill this hole

     So my heart no longer grieves

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

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Muddled Thoughts And Sour Mood

Muddled thoughts and sour mood,

So unlike for me to brood.

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What and why I do not know,

Whilst I wait for it to go.

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Twist of fate or slight of hand,

Either one would sure be grand.

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To cheer me up and make me smile

Releasing me from this cursed trial.

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But alas today it seems to be

Another day without much glee.

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Clouds of pitch and torrential rains

Dampen my spirit and fog my brain.

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Sure I know this too shall pass

For gloom this dark cannot last.

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Until then most sullen I’ll be,

Awaiting the key that sets me free.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Stench Of Urine

Stench of urine,

Cardboard shacks,

Shopping carts,

Tattered clothes,

Hand-me-downs from the dumpster I suppose.

 

Rummaging through waste baskets,

Feasting on tainted food scraps,

Hiding in the shadows,

Sleeping on steam grates,

Misused,

Abused,

Something less than human.

 

Left for dead in the cold,

Filth in the form of flesh and blood,

But have you ever looked into their eyes,

Heard their hearts beat,

Seen them cry,

Gasp for their final breath?

 

I’m sure you haven’t

As you stepped over their broken bodies,

Avoiding them like the plague,

Chuckling at their despair,

On your way to your comfortable life.

 

Can’t you take a moment to lend a hand,

A little food,

A little shelter,

A bit of cash,

Instead of treating them like lepers,

Feeding off teets of the man..

 

You don’t know them,

You don’t know their stories,

Their hardships,

Their tragedies,

But you should…

They are our brothers and sister after all.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Angry Thorns Of Blood Red Rose

Angry thorns of blood red rose

What seething lies behind grace?

A gorgeous vessel hollow knows

Deception lives in their space.

 

Flawless in another’s eyes

Believing what we think we see.

Behind closed doors this angel cries

Wishing to only be free.

 

Prisons reveal in many forms

Hiding ugliness on the inside.

Keeping contained the tempests storm

‘Til emotions and rage collide.

 

Then you will see the fragile soul living with torment and fear,

Begging for mercy to fill the hole that now shows so visibly clear.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shadowy Creatures

Shadowy creatures

Thrive in absolute darkness,

What is it they seek?

Are they feasting on my fears

Or do they desire blood?

 

Real or imagined

They torture me just the same.

This…my illusion

Has become reality,

Whether I like it or not.

 

The mind truly can

Be such a terrible thing…

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Feelings of Despair

Feelings of despair

Brought on by this hectic world,

Hopelessness abounds.

Could our connectedness be to blame;

Glowing screens of every shape and size?

Even in sleep there is no rest

For the modern mind will not quiet.

Discerning truth from fiction is ever more daunting

With the right and left screaming for attention.

I’ve forgotten what silence is like,

No notifications, no ringing, no television

…A simpler time.

Could it be time to power off

Leaving all things electronic black and lifeless?

It’s undeniable that those times were happier,

That families talked and people listened.

We walked with our heads up and smiles on our faces

Instead of head down and into poles.

Maybe twenty four hour news, tweets and likes are a cancer

Feasting on our teetering sanity.

I am a realist, I know the past is the past

To which we will never return,

But maybe a little self imposed downtime is in order

Just for a bit of nostalgia.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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 ~~

Anger of a Man

Anger of a man

Lashing out at the world,

Perhaps it’s sadness.

He’s being eaten from inside

And left for dead by mankind.

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Hastily judging

Simple feeds the savage beast.

Leaving him a shell,

Unrecognizable to

Friends and family alike.

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Such a waste is this

When each life is so precious

To cast it aside.

Leaving him alone to die

Amongst the concrete and cold.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

What is Our Purpose

What is our purpose

Living this life of struggle

With touches of joy

Fighting to enter this world

Then suffering to get out

In between is life

That can’t be taken with us

When we meet our end

Again I must ask…

What is our purpose

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~