My Frames | Dominick Russo

Frames are Borders

containing

all my Secrets

and Dark

pictures

Sometimes

frames Break

and let

the Bad out,

free to

saunter

On the Outside

is Hope,

Good thoughts

Perambulating

around my head

The Strength

of the Good

Holds my frames

Together, putting the

Bad thoughts

in bed

Recent Posts

Hundreds of souls line his desk surrounded by wood and covered in glass captive He collects memories ...

The windows are shut Gravity, both metaphorical and literal Bring it down. Bring me down. I am caged within my own skin It is dull here....

Sure I smile Sure I laugh Sure I’m friendly to all I meet But you don’t see the constant fears, the feeling sheer, the nights in tears....