Fallon Young

Fallon Young Poems

How can a soul be so torn?
Decisions and outside influences.
Like cloaks’ to be worn.
How do we shake them off, without consequences.
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Here I stand alone again
It seem not so long ago
You came, lifting my pain
Making me whole,
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Fallon Young Biography

Hi, my name is Fallon. I am a husband, a father, a brother to many, an uncle to a few and a son. I love to write poems and a story here and there. So check them out and please do give me feed back and if you like them PLEASE let me know. Please do note that though parts of my stories have a hint of my personal past in them, the final out come of the story is just that, a story. Other than that, just enjoy! P.S. my spelling is bad I know, but I have come to terms with it, so please do forgive (also please do note that i am from South Africa and our spelling does differ from those in the USA) . Thanks. Please don’t get upset if you leave me a comment and when you come back it is gone, that is because I have read it and more than likely responded, if one was needed, like a request to read your work or some such. Please do leave me notes/comments I love them, and will do my utmost to reply to them all. With that said, May your life be lived in love and joy. Blessed be in love and light to you and yours.)

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Putty For The Molding

How can a soul be so torn?
Decisions and outside influences.
Like cloaks’ to be worn.
How do we shake them off, without consequences.

How can we control what comes our way?
Matters of the heart and soul in the balance,
What road is the one, who is to say?
How can one avoid the loathing and malice?

So many souls I hold in my hands,
Why is it always the innocent that burn?
Decisions, promises, never follow our plans.
Trust, confidence and love are so hard to earn.

Why do we let them control us?
Play into their hands, like putty to be molded.
Bend us, twist us and promise it won’t hurt,
And when they done, their master piece is not you!

How do we stand up and say, ENOUGH!
This is me! This is who I am! I am ME!
Where do we draw the strength from,
To shrug of the cloak of our oppressors?

They say the strength will come from within,
How can it?
When that is where the damage was done!
All we are is putty for the molding!

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