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 ~~



50 Word Story – Cardboard Roof

The cardboard roof does little to keep the icy rain and bone-chilling cold from compounding his pain.  Looked upon as a piece of worthless trash, he is invisible to passersby..

Perhaps if they realized they were just one paycheck away from his Hell, they’d offer him a bit more sympathy.


~~ 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 ~~

Muddled Thoughts And Sour Mood

Muddled thoughts and sour mood,

So unlike for me to brood.


What and why I do not know,

Whilst I wait for it to go.


Twist of fate or slight of hand,

Either one would sure be grand.


To cheer me up and make me smile

Releasing me from this cursed trial.


But alas today it seems to be

Another day without much glee.


Clouds of pitch and torrential rains

Dampen my spirit and fog my brain.


Sure I know this too shall pass

For gloom this dark cannot last.


Until then most sullen I’ll be,

Awaiting the key that sets me free.


~~ 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,



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 ~~

So Much To Say

So much to say, though

How…is what eludes my grasp.

Fingers contorted,

My mind drowning in chaos,

The words scream fighting for air.

But alas they choke,

Dying at the hand of a

Tormented poet.

What fate beholds this tortured

Soul. Only God above knows.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Eternal Mourning (A Personal Observation)

Sadness and tears, claim the soul for years…maybe a lifetime, but at what cost?  

As mortals, death is the inevitable culmination of life, but this is of little consolation to the irrational minds of man.

We look to eternity…nay we believe that we are eternal to satisfy our fear of the inevitable.  Is this not simply the denial of what we humans cannot change.  Whether you believe in the Divine or that this is a life of finality is of little consequence.  We can never truly know, except by the man made belief in faith.  

Look at the broken souls around you, those trapped in a cycle of sorrow and realize that their suffering is, but a test of strength, a test of their fortitude that only they can come to terms with.

It is not our place to criticize or rationalize their suffering, but instead it is our purpose here on earth to sympathize and comfort those in need remembering that we all mourn in our own way.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~