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Will Beresford Poem
It started with a smile
A true love a dirty deep love
Panda dunks and bands flying
Clubs and soft skin
Past in the can can you remember
He was so sweet so loving
You wouldnt see it coming
The slow poison
Shes living live laughs jokes with his boys and then
He snapped
The bruise ripened like the fake fruit that sat in the kitchen
He was different that night
It wasnt a fight he swung she cowered face wrung
Hes wrong but heres the thing
Hes a manipulator
He tires her and hides it
She tries to talk but ends with a sorry
He gaslights flicker flick but he never said sorry
She left a few times
The phone dragged her back
Small things
I can change i have changed
She lay in bed
Bang of the door
You whore he says
Stomp stomp stairs cower
See the part of the story you see
In the news
in the paper
Nothing new
Domestic abuse words not new
To the ear
See she should have stayed away
She should have run
She should have hid
She should have done this
She should have done that
But she shouldnt have to
That was the end of her story
Over before it started
20 years he got for the life he took
Hows the reaper balance the skale
With a finger or fowl play
Any way you say she still lays there
In her wooden bed
Yet,
She still cant escape
That phone still rings with his name
She would never be free
Copyright © Will Beresford | Year Posted 2025
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3 masked men
Sun at their backs burning heavy, bright
As silhouette turns to figure,
A striking image displaying only death
3 masked men
Sea born breeze blowing, a single tear
Was there a message?
3 masked men exclaiming silently.
3 masked men
Drawing ever closer
Fields drag with anticipation
Closer the men draw
3 masked men
Arriving with gifts from a recent history
Belongings sharing horrific memories
These have seen battle
3 masked men
Departing saying nothing
Speaking thousands of words
Honor the souls that live in these vessels
No more men
All stands still
Women weep for their loss
Children missing memories soon to be
No more men
Blood soaked ornaments
One lost
Many lost
3 masked men
Sunsets sweet memory
Copyright © Will Beresford | Year Posted 2024
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Will Beresford Poem
The water is close
Yet we drown in sollace
The dissaray of despare piles like the water that piles and heaps behind the dams
Our bodies lie decrepid and dry
Yet we are close
The water drips
And
It dissapears
Into the body that now is just as it was before water
We can see this wealth
A body that would sustain ours
Synergetic and symbiotic
Yet, the water remains distant
Our eyes feast on the drip as it sprints and hides
We can crawl but we cannot really
We are all to weak to brave the journey of dust and dry despair
Drip
And those of us who do
Realize
The water is not real
And we all die
All mortal
All with our pains and greivences
The suffering and eternality
The water was a lie
Copyright © Will Beresford | Year Posted 2025
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Will Beresford Poem
Work hard,
Work's hard
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Will Beresford Poem
He cries
Yes sometimes
The memory burnt in
Hot iron press into his weak mind
He saw the flowers yet again
Some bustling with life
Half drooping and dying diligently
And he saw
Theres something sinister in the mind
When you realize you near the end of a chapter
All you can do is read on until it ends
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Well what if you dont want it to end
Stopping reading would be stopping everything
And reading is your life
Escaping or reality of the mind
He knew he was nearing the end of that chapter
All he wanted was to hold on
Read a little bit slower
So mabye
Just mabye
He could enjoy his comfort for a little bit longer
See he is plagued
Not with a disease no
But with foresight
He knew again it was ending
And it ended
And it broke him
All he could see were the flowers
Tears meandered the regular path on his dry cheek
He could still see it
As he slowly forgot her face
The flowers
Sitting atop the dresser
Copyright © Will Beresford | Year Posted 2025
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