Suu Casey Young

Memories resounding within these walls
of arguments rebounding down the halls.
Each room echoing frustration and pain,
malicious words used again and again.
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A single tear.
One small bead of moisture
brimming before it falls.
Bearing witness to emotion
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You speak of respect and show me love
yet I see the doubt in your eyes,
when I wake up in a sweat
at the sound of dead men’s cries.
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Generous Poverty -
rebellion of the spirit
against selfishness and greed.
Every selfless donation
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Ticking
Minutes consuming seconds
Hours erasing minutes
Ticking
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The hurt of loving
is the greatest of suffering.

Admit you love them
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Nothing.
blank screen,
sea of white.
keyboard ready,
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It was a dissertation
of his open adoration,
which caused the consternation
that led to confrontation.
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Each act of deceit a fissure
in a Keystone of trust;
causing cracks in the foundation
of integrity and respect,
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He stood outside the white washed home,
this job was his alone to do.
He’d promised a dying brother in arms,
and was going to see it through.
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Remembrance

No frost on the ground, But each breath came as steam
and tears teetered on lowered lashes.
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Cerebral conveyer of happy thoughts
why hast thou forsaken me?
Thou’st knoweth my servile humour
t’is ever opiate free,
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A battalion of invincible youth,
proud Australians, one and all.
Comrades in arms marching forward,
never thinking they would fall.
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Blood red blooms bowed in respect,
Eternal spirits on zephyrs borne.
Trees and shrubs camouflage the earth
Where souls from bodies were torn.
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I sit within this trench, my grave,
fighting continues all around
but I must pause and take a breath,
for I have neither sight nor sound.
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In the constellation of Scorpius,
beyond human sight,
there appears to be a fire,
alongside flickering candles light.
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During my life Lord
you have always been there,
so powerful your words,
they beat back my despair.
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Do not weep at my passing.
Do not talk as if I’m gone.
Though I may no longer be there,
know that my presence is still as strong.
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Gnarled boughs
testament
of battles fought and won.
Fighting leaves
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Some evenings the Moon peeps from behind clouds
shyly, trying to be both unobtrusive and helpful.
Fingers of light flick hither and thither,
almost afraid of what they may touch.
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