Morgue!

It seemed an inexplicable place even for the dead!

 

Grave yard shift was never the favourite to get

even to the senior technician

he could easily recall many strange events

but on this particular shift

it would change his conception of reality

that none could foresee!

 

The only morgue in the small state county

based in the town hospital

always busy yet this night unusually quiet

then a telephone message

telling them a corpse was to be delivered

for some reason both shivered!

 

Just two on duty upon this dreaded shift

and five silent guests

one lay under a white sheet for an autopsy

early the coming morn

the new arrival would upset the ambience

the pressure becoming intense!

 

Around mid night the swing doors burst open

their new guest wheeled in

quickly placed in the allotted storage fridge

awaiting the duty pathologist

no details given even the paper work lacking

unanswered questions stacking!

 

That oppressive awareness began to mutate

retreating to the rest room

for a well-earned break at the mid night hour

soon a tapping sound heard

reverberating like a drum through corridors

their conversation on pause!

 

It stopped for a while then started once more

like a fist knocking on a door

reluctantly decided to investigate the source

as the noise wearily persisted

both re-entered the dimly lit autopsy room

they glared into the gloom!

 

Just as it went quiet again standing shaking

nothing looked disturbed

relieved turned there was a very loud bang

ran to the doorway before

daring to see it was the fridge open wide

the one with the body inside!

 

Neither of them wanting to move nearer

but were curious to view

even in the blue-tinted night lighting

could see the tray empty

on the tiled floor the abandoned body bag

along with the name tag!

 

Where had it gone more knocking began

it was definitely in front

uncertain of what was actually happening

headed for the only exit

could not escape their door passes failed

within their work place jailed!

 

Plunged into darkness something approached

as the emergency lighting

came on they were confronted by a woman

in her chest a gaping wound

how could she be alive the last words expelled

as to the ground were felled!

 

One managed badly wounded to crawl away

hitting the fire alarm button

waking in the casualty unit shaken in pain

but certain he was still alive

chaos surrounded him and he knew why

the thing that could not die!

 

It had escaped what had been unleashed on society

He suddenly began to feel unwell!

 

The Fouretyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Polluted!

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The sun shines its golden light and heat

down on a polluted sad landscape.

Why humans seem unable to see

this world is dying all around their feet.

Trees  by natures winds bending their shape

blowing around the earth uninhibited free.

Nature reserves and precious countryside

disappears as more and more buildings appear.

Roads manifest scaring more areas that remain

the urban crawl moves on less places to hide

As boundary lines are becoming unclear.

noise and traffic fumes gain pace how insane.

Towns within towns villages absorbed as well

no mercy for natural green open spaces.

Countryside and animals blend into the sprawl

scavenging from the humans disposable hell

Covertly hardly ever leaving any trace

adapting and caught up in our almighty fall.

I can remember fifty years ago. More green fields less road traffic and fewer people. No home computers or mobile phones.  Villages where villages and town were…

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Debt!

She sat with her bank statement and other bills

a mass of paper and debt

too easy spending using credit cards realising

after several years of denial

pressure from debt recovery firms increased

just wanting to be released.

 

Eviction from her home was almost  certain

yet still had the urge to spend

from a young age she never went without

brought up in a material way

never knowing hardship so grew to expect

with money came respect.

 

But those days went when her father died

and mother had a breakdown

committed to an institution and remained

leaving a young woman

totally unprepared for a harsh actuality

she to struggling with sanity!

 

Never making friends and the only child

the family home a trap

yet containing many happy memories

deepening the melancholy

beside her containers of different pills

some laying on the bills!

 

The doctor did not seem to understand

said take the medication

for a few weeks and return just a phase

was his not so wise words

leaving with her dilemma unanswered

her desperation not heard!

 

In a daze took the tablets lonely confused

going into a deep sleep

the mobile rang loudly it seemed distant

as her worries began to fade

it became bright and there was her dad

to be with him again so glad!

 

Debt would not bother her any more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

The Gladiator!

The gladiator faced a fierce deadly foe

forced into the arena

stained with blood of many men before

hostile crowds jeering

shouting abuse with an increasing fire

a savage death their desire!

 

No shade the sun burnt  unprotected skin

sweat poured from each pore

clad in leather armour and metal helmet

with growing agitation

watching his opponent slowly advance

to quickly kill the chance!

 

Holding sharp swords and small shields

to maximise the injuries

every blow followed by a baying crowd

sapping their strength

chunks of flesh gouged by pitiless slashes

with the increased clashes!

 

The superior champion gladiator parried

knowing how to defeat

overpowering without mercy his quarry

hacking him to the ground

the final merciful strike raised a cheer

the death bloody and severe!

 

Lifting his dripping sword above his head

saluting crowd and dignitary

triumphant and proud the people’s hero

another victory achieved

impassive while body was hastily removed

again his superiority proved!

 

The gladiator proudly went to receive his trophy!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Intruder?

By their appearance together they were happy

even though a short period

had passed romance had certainly evolved

both well-known personalities

in their chosen careers each had excelled

high respect for both held.

 

It could not be predicted what happened

the night before saint valentines

in the early hours awful screams heard

followed by four gunshots

and sirens disturbing the still night air

start of the tragic affair!

 

Emergency services entered a fatal scene

inside the luxury home

a trail of blood and a dead young woman

shot in the man’s arms

the search for the truth would now begin

in a tragedy none could win!

 

The circumstances to this horrendous death

would become complex

the scene did not look right to the trained eye

even to hardened officers

the brutality caused by the shells extreme

silent now that terrified scream!

 

Once the victim and suspect were removed

and evidence was gathered

the large house lay empty the only witness

silent with no voice to tell

unlikely the true facts would be revealed

now ever more within sealed!

 

The young woman could not tell her story

the accused living in unholy glory!

 

Was there honestly an intruder?

The Foureyed Poet.

Without!

Originally posted on The Foureyed Poet:

More stories of real people are told

too often the young

end their lives by taking them away

shock and dismay

without explanation or portent shown

reasons often unknown!

To friends relations work colleagues

they appear stable

no hint of  the fateful impending act

outwardly coping

inside unable to express true feeling

leaving everybody reeling!

Is it life’s to complex and demanding

something within us

society has always created conflicts

that can overwhelm

most contain each sombre thought

support is sought.

Regrettably some cannot converse

themselves conceal

maintaining that perfect false facade

locked in their minds

not until they are found deceased

too late the soul released!

The Foureyed Poet.

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Without!

More stories of real people are told

too often the young

end their lives by taking them away

shock and dismay

without explanation or portent shown

reasons often unknown!

 

To friends relations work colleagues

they appear stable

no hint of  the fateful impending act

outwardly coping

inside unable to express true feeling

leaving everybody reeling!

 

Is it life’s to complex and demanding

something within us

society has always created conflicts

that can overwhelm

most contain each sombre thought

support is sought.

 

Regrettably some cannot converse

themselves conceal

maintaining that perfect false facade

locked in their minds

not until they are found deceased

too late the soul released!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Eruption!

It had been warned over centuries the eruption

of a volcano under a park

the surface the outer crust of a bubbling inferno

where animals freely roamed

experts with conflicting opinions and scenarios

whether or not the lava blows!

 

Speculation of a day animals stampeding in panic

heading out of the national park

earth tremors shaking the ground as tensions rose

the area  about to explode

every roadway and tracks becoming thermogenic

humidity steaming and thick!

 

A vast landscape of mountains and sloping forests

deep lakes with rolling plains

it would be devastation if the eruption did befall

in this wondrous locality

those who lived around the park contemplated

were their futures fated?

 

On a warm summers day it began the sun rising

the dew quickly evaporating

a wonderful scene to gaze upon a normal day

though faint tremors

hardly noticeable in the beginning escalated

swiftly became unabated!

 

It soon became apparent that the unthinkable

a long predicted eruption

of  this picturesque national park had begun

it was known the surface

was the vast crust covering the volcanoes top

and lava nothing could stop!

 

Years of planning made evacuation much easier

but the scale unprecedented

fast flowing molten lava and gases accelerated

overtaking those fleeing

a huge black cloud ascended into the clear sky

and light to man did deny!

 

Lava swallowed up land or it crumbled away

the once idyllic views lost

an enduring darkness and coldness began

spreading around the globe

humanity would have to battle nature as one

for its survival to be won!

 

Could this scenario happen it seems very possible!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Passion!

It was only a moment of passion that lead

to an emotional turmoil

so much pain foolishly falling allowing

himself to be taken in

she was married at the time did not know

letting his desires grow!

 

She overwhelmed an inexperienced youth

still cocooned at home

without sexual thoughts or complications

his pride his game console

until he started in full-time employment

willing to give consent.

 

Thrust from virginity to a new perception

thrill of a much older woman

six months on she began of him to tire

as the truth began to dawn

realized he was just a diversion on the side

no moral code applied!

 

Only her break from a long stagnant marriage

with no loving connections

he another victim as the woman digressed

the husband no longer cared

but the youth simply left to learn a bitter test

certainly an experience to ingest!

 

Maybe those memories of  an  intense passion

would turn from bitterness to conquest!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Unknown Intent

Originally posted on The Foureyed Poet:

Something is watching in the sky

a silent object hovers with unknown intent.

You feel the urge to let out a loud cry

violating your whole being without consent.

Terror overtakes every single action you make

nobody is anywhere near to assist in your plight.

You pray from this nightmare you will awake

as you shake in the loneliness of this night.

The huge dark triangular shape is over your head

is it an alien race from a distant star.

A hopeless empty feeling of total dread

the power has gone from the battery in your car.

How the light is blinding who are these creatures

so pale and thin how they prod and poke you.

Petrified you cannot make out their features

now realising all the stories were true.

As it began suddenly it is once again dark

there is no light no sound or pain.

Sitting in your car alone you…

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