Paul O'Brien Poems

Within the confines of my once strong soul
A burned and pillaged land is all that remains
An army of brigands, small and weak at that
Took it upon themselves to spread their corruption inside of me
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Within the deep corridors of a boy’s subterranean shelter
A plastic memory lies on an azure cushion
He stares at with deep understanding,
touched and sentimental,
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Farewell to my veiled lovers
Genuinely I’ve held with care
Though your warm bodies lax the soul
This comfort I must harshly tear
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Anguish for success is the life I see
I would lament, yet my passion is gone
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be
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