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Injustice

He prepares for a carefree day,
for jovial conversations,
for cheerful smiles and lively faces.
He’s a young boy. Just like me.
My mind swells with ceaseless terror.
 I plead in my prayers
that our lives shall prolong further than this day.
I prepare for the grand attack.

He ambles through the village.
Laughter escapes the vivid frames 
of him and his companions.
Not an ache in his limbs.
Not a burden in his heart.
I move anxiously ahead.
My feet without ease omit swarms of bodies.
Some still emit shallow breaths.
Inadequate sounds escape their mouths
and their eyes writhe.

For him, time passes swiftly 
and a late train is the crisis of the day.
In that day, not a thought does he spare
for his fellow human beings.
For our sacrifice he doesn’t care.

As for me, time stays almost still.
I’m imprisoned in a time warp of pain.
My best friend clings off the un-cut wire
and blazing bullets glide through
the torn flesh of his chest.

He lies in his bed.
Wrapped around him a soft blanket,
under his head a warm pillow.
He’s a young boy. Just like me.

But only the moist earth serves me as a cushion, 
and only the bodies of my lifeless friends
serve me as heat.
I lie in a shell-hole; I lie in my grave.

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Guilt

He compels a smile to alleviate me
but his eyes are merely 
green tinted windows
into his anxious soul.

I see right through him.
Remorse twists my stomach.
I burn him with an accidental fire
that the Atlantic Ocean cannot tame.¬¬¬
I'm a pyromaniac
despite my will.

There is nothing I can do 
to stop the burns thickening on his heart.
Should I hurt him with my evanescence
or with my infinite, unspoken lies?

The prospect of his misery
torments me.
I care.
Why can’t I love?

He knows he is my silver medal,
that I don’t feel 
the felicity I claim to.
But what can you do when you love another?
Another who does not love you.

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End

My heart sinks in terror
that this beat may be its last,
that the pulse will stop.
I fear that the end is near.

Guilt suffocates my throat
at the thought of painting a grey mask
on the faces of those whom I love.
They fear that the end is close.

I shudder at the thought
that our names will be forgotten,
that their memento will turn to dust.
For remembrance we plead as the end is impending.

Regret poisons my mind with its toxins.
My aims aren’t fulfilled.
My life has not begun.
 It’s the end itself that I fear. 
There is so much joy I look forward to,
so much success, passion, love.
I plan my future with delight and hope, 
yet I know that the end has come.

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Loss

‘Do not fear’, she told me
as I measured the value of carrying on
with a life with a gap, 
with a life on my own.

‘Your pain will diminish’, 
was a covenant she made
without a lie in her voice, 
but with an ephemeral attempt.

We balanced each other’s pain
for less than a year and a half.
Then a man tempted her away
and a plague sickened my heart.

I have thrust away her love
like she pushed away my being.
Now a chasm lies between us,
which I have dug despite my craving 
to cross to the other side, 
to throw my arms around her, 
to accept the other guy, 
their communion and their ardor.

I don’t seek to ruin
the security that she built,
but I wish that she could see
how alone for years I’ve felt. 

My pain never diminished,
but its intensity has augmented.
Now I mourn for not one loss,
but a second that I’ve created.