Just Another Day in the Promised Land

Another day without paradise

Dom DiFrancesco

By D. R. DiFrancesco


Dirty faces streaked with tears,

Revealing the shell of who they were,

In silence they live their greatest fears,

Passing by, you pray they do not stir.


Their homes a box, a shantytown,

No cover from rain, sleet or snow,

Living with luck or fate torn down,

With arrogance you look away from those below.


Sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers,

They too were once like you,

Annoyed you pass, you can’t be bothered,

With these paupers, beggars and shrews.


They did not ask for their station in life,

For many, no fault of their own,

They huddle with daughter, son and wife,

On these sidewalks and alleys alone.


Lift yourself up and make your own way,

With what, is a question to be asked,

Struggling to eat day to day,

There’s no time for their plight to be masked.


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Lonely hollow hearts do fare,

None see darkness in my soul   ;

And even less do care

For the empty crying hole.

A broken spirit weeping

Burnt more when wounded

Was already defeated.


Laughter not escapes my lips,

Blank void eyes blindly stare.

Slowly I have lost my grip,

As tortured soul is flayed bare.


Sanity deserts me,

Fleeing for a dark corner.

Incubi whispers crazy

Tempted I; a loner.


Now I hunger for more pain,

And with a knife draws rich blood,

Cuts my husk again ‘gain;

Away the life fluids flood,

Yet no life do they contain.

For in twisted torment;

In this broken black insane,

Life died very long ago,

And with it hope was spent.





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