Venom in Wretched Hearts Doth Flow (Sonnet)

Venom in wretched hearts doth flow,

Poisoning the mind, the body, the soul.

Sinking yellowed claws, they refuse to let go,

Dragging us down into blackened hole.

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Choosing to wallow in pity, our woeful state,

Winding path we refuse to veer.

Preferring to traipse the same abject fate,

As if it were something we held so dear.

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Nay–this is not how we were created,

With sorrow and fear to guide our way.

This truth could never be overstated,

If we change with the dawn of another day.

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Pessimism serves none, but the weakest of spirit,

But optimism doth breed success to those that will hear it.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Is Love What We Think (Tanka)

Is love what we think

An emotion of the heart

Or is it a flaw

A flaw of human nature

Opening us to sorrow

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

So Much Blood

So much blood on my hands,

Dried, old, not my own, but mine none-the-less.

Brothers and sisters–I have died with you on the battlefield,

My heart cries with each beat for your lose,

For the sacrifices made over our centuries.

Each of your gravestones is etched with my name,

I am your pallbearer, your namesake, your progeny.

I place the flowers on your graves,

Not for your sake alone, but for mine,

How else could I repay you for your kindness,

Thanks alone seem so hollow.

Brothers and sisters–I love you,

You are in my every thought and prayer,

Take comfort that you will never be forgotten.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Cold Kiss (Sonnet)

A cold kiss lay frozen on crimson lips

His tears could not thaw her icy chill

Thy soul to sea as fare so many ships

Whose lose pain could never fill

O’ slab, coarse for so delicate a flower

How I wish that I could soften thee

Yet I have it not in my mortal power

Into the hands of God must it be

Fairest maiden how I long to offer thou comfort

Though separated many worlds apart

Couldst I have quenched thy terminable hurt

Nay–sorrow be still my beating heart

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O’ my dearest Juliet, I am dead to this world without thee

With this bitter nectar reunited soon we shall be

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Beg

I beg–do not look too deeply into my eyes,

What you see may both be surprising and terrifying.

Blackness…deep…dark…all consuming,

May swallow you up like the undertow.

You swim, kick, scream and still you drown,

Falling into the depths.

Seeing the sun above and nothingness below,

Praying to your God to be saved

As your tears dilute into the salty sea, unrecognizable.

Surely you will be disappointed,

My weakness splayed like modern art on my soul.

This is not what you committed too,

Vows could not have prepared you for this hell,

The hell that is my secret,

One held close to the heart,

For as long as I can remember.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Lonely Hotel Room

Lonely hotel room,

Faded carpet,

Trust in clean sheets,.

Looking out from high above,

Cracked blacktop parking-lot,

Peeling dumpster,

Weary travelers rental cars,

I wonder why I am here.

Long-distance calls from home

Offer little respite from my angst,

“I love you’s”, across the airwaves,

Still alone with my glowing companion,

Unable to sleep,

Strange bed holds no warmth.

All this, another spin on the wheel,

All this for sustenance,

I wonder at what cost.

Strain on spouse,

Toll on children,

One parent household,

Each trip will be the last.

Until the next time,

Addicted to the golden ring.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cry Of Somber Horn Sounds

Cry of somber horn sounds,

Cloaked in fogs muted cape;

Lonesome and lonely as others answer not.

With greatest of care she lumbers on,

Waning on autumn wind, she cries,

Longing for her groom so long ago parted.

Drawn and weary her soul aches

In hopes with lover soon united.

He waits…

On rocky shore, he waits,

To hear the joyous cry of his bridegroom,

Against cold and crashing spray–he waits

For her voice, it never comes,

He wales…

For his love–he is forlorn.

She is gone.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Dark Closet

Its a dark closet,

Door shut,

Bolt fixed,

Lock turned.

Reaching above the door frame,

Skeleton key missing.

Clanging of metal tells the tale.

You’ve locked yourself inside,

Stolen the key.

Don’t you want rescue,

To be saved,

Freed from this dungeon?

In an instant

Lights go out.

No sign of life beneath locked door.

All is quite,

Retreating to the recesses of your mind.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~