Snuff The Flame

Snuff the flame,

Choking,

Gasping for air,

To see the end near.

A waft of smoke

Signaling the end.

It cries not for its demise,

Instead standing tall

Amongst molten diversity,

All for the chance to be reborn.

With the next strike

Of the match.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Alone…

Alone…

All of the friendships in the world do not change that.

Born alone,

Die alone,

No one else can do either for us,

This is as it’s always been.

Looking to God,

Looking to our family,

We look to others for comfort,

But there is nothing,

Only the comfort we find within.

We fool ourselves thinking otherwise.

Why do we look for solace in acquaintances,

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers;

They cannot travel our journey.

In passing they cannot hold our hands.

This does not mean they do not love us,

Only that they can do nothing,

But wish us well and pray that our journey

Is something greater than a trip to oblivion.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Wisdom

Wasted on the young

I know because I was them once

Stubborn, invincible, I would live forever

Death seemed so far off

On the far side of halfway I want to share my lessons

Maybe this time someone will listen, then again why should this time be different

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

An Old Nemesis

An old nemesis

Fighting against me since youth

Comes again to call,

Trying to snuff my life out

As it’s always wanted to.

Thus far it has lost,

But I am a realist,

One day I will lose

And will have to pay the price…

Until then I choose to live!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Second Amendment

Second amendment

Times do change and so must we

Guns aren’t the answer

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How many more have to die

Before we show some control

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Before I get any angry comments I’d like to make it clear that I am not anti-gun ownership.  I do however, believe that assault style weapons are unnecessary for the average citizen to own for personal protection or otherwise.  We continue to make excuses that banning assault weapons wouldn’t have changed anything and so our leaders have chosen to do nothing and as a result nothing has changed.  We continue to see an increase in mass shootings and an ever greater amount of death with the murders weapon of choice…the assault weapon.  When will one more death be too many?

In Life As In Death There Is Anonymity

In life as in death there is anonymity.

Do we really know anyone?

Do we really know their inner thoughts,

Their hopes and fears,

The crazy chaos of irrational notions

That swirl tornadic within?

 

We live amongst close strangers.

We call them friends, relatives, lovers.

We dine with them,

We commune with them,

We sleep with them,

We make love to them,

But we never really know them.

 

In life as in death there is anonymity

Just like a Potter’s field.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

50 Word Story – Good As Dead

There is nothing, but darkness ahead thick, black and cold.  I can hear the growl of the demon that is tormenting me inching ever closer.  Stumbling, I fall cracking my head on a rock.  I can taste the blood as it trickles across my lips…I’m as good as dead.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

It Speaks In Tongues

It speaks in tongues,

Jagged and cruel to the ear.

 

It gnaws at human flesh, my flesh

Carnivorous and cannibalistic,

Leaving scars deep within.

 

These scars, the blood I let is unseen,

Yet the tears are real,

Signs of the pain I’ve embraced

As a lover to his love.

 

O’ the excuses I’ve made

While revelling in my torment.

I’ve chosen not to go on,

To anchor my future to the misery of the past.

You would not have wanted this, I know,

But weakness and loss are all that I have left.

I understand them,

I take comfort in their constancy

Though they devastate my soul.

 

To love again would be far more than I could bear,

To smile at the new day would dilute me,

Partaking of joy in the joy of another would sacrifice me!

I am unworthy of romance, of passion

With a heart melancholy and corrupted..

 

Of this I am certain,

Fate whether by God or my own hand

Will haunt me until the day that I die.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~