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With heavy heart I take my leave of her.
My loves’ desperate screams pierce the still morn.
To war I go and must not look back for fear of faltering.
A duty to perform, a faceless enemy awaits.
Like a young herd of cattle comrades huddle together.
Seventeen and ashen faced their terror swells within.
In my hand a cherished picture firmly clasped.
There will be a time to let go, but it is not in this moment.
The dust and smoke erupts on landing.
My heart, racing so ferociously, might leap from my chest
My weapon of slaughter cocked menacingly
I run blind into this frenzy of hate.
The executed collapse around me
A steady tide of innocent blood saturates my leaden boots.
A searing pain rips through my wearied body
I surrender myself to the inevitable darkness.
My spirit is extinguished now
A crushing sense of unfulfillment envelopes me
My love awaits an impossible reunion
My fingers unfurl, memories to dust.
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Say your prayers and sit up straight,
Get into that confessional box to wipe clean your slate.
Make sure you get all those wicked sins off your chest,
The lord will only welcome those who are wholesome and blessed.
In pitch black silence you sit, your final thoughts to gather
Before being shocked into repentant mode with a blast of “in the name of the
father..”
“How long has it been?” the priest enquires, he must know you will lie?
You take the first figure that pops into your head then you divide, not multiply!
Those awful sins that lay heavy on your heart,
From your reluctant mouth they slowly depart.
You tell of bouts of swearing and theft from mammys purse,
And stealing a bag of crisps from your sister, now what could be worse?
“That’s is all father” are 4 short words you triumphantly announce,
The priest mumbles some mystic latin verse then a Hail Mary to pronounce.
Finally your chore is done and you are asked to go in peace,
You gleefully skip out of the box and celebrate release!
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Our Love is heavy hearts at night, when we both surrender to sleep.
To never awaken, never see one another again, compels our eyes to weep.
Our love is a comforting hand to hold, when it seems all hope is gone.
Our love is standing side by side, determined to face life’s’ trials as one.
Our love thrives on those little things all too easy to neglect.
A warming hug. Taking time out to talk, treating both views with respect.
Our love creates a welcoming home, outside troubles are cast aside.
To entertain friends and family together, fills us both with pride.
Our love is a vast safety net, standing strong to catch us should we fall.
Our love is an eternal ring that binds us, a bond unbreakable by all.
Our love is so powerful even the black cloak of death shall not it smother.
For we would search both heaven and hell to be reunited with each other.
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Restless and consumed with dread I await the impending chimes.
Soulless and unrelenting they torture my weary senses.
Reluctant limbs melt away from the softness.
Contact with the harsh floor shocks me into motion.
Natures’ call is answered with rebellious eyes that defy the inevitable.
A whoosh of icy reality sends my breath hurtling towards the heavens.
Carefully pressed shirt and trousers donned, the imposing tie is tightened.
The noose of formality and correctness takes its merciless hold.
Outside, the mischievous sun delights in my captivity.
In these claustrophobic office walls it finds a powerful ally to combat my sanity.
The knowing keys beat a mournful tune on my computer, as the solemn clock
makes a funeral procession of the hours
The days end rides in like a triumphant warrior,
Releasing the shackles and oppression that have bound my spirit.
The welcoming bosom of my once estranged settee provides solace, though
already swelling within, the realisation that tomorrow brings but more misery.
Copyright © Steven Ormsby | Year Posted 2007
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