Tunnels!

Down into the deep cold dank tunnels

the group headed to investigate

a historic fort on the rugged coastline

protecting the nation for centuries

the ominous granite walls a landmark

what waited for then in the dark?

 

It was to be not only their first visit

no other group had entered

since the fought had been occupied

by soldiers during the war

in the forties its last official conflict

their findings could not predict!

 

Down the stone steps to a bolted gate

three apprehensive men

entering felt the rush of stale cold air

hit their faces gasped to breath

keeping together moved with vigilance

they were feeling intense!

 

Head torches piercing the deep blackness

water dripping from above

walls slimy to touch any sound magnified

in the distance a female scream

loud shouting voices to halted progress

their enthusiasm did suppress!

 

Uneasy about getting lost decided to retreat

as a deep groan then vicious push

made them turn and run in a blind terror

soon back at the entrance panting

feeling safer now pondered their evidence

implications for research immense!

 

It had been picked up by their equipment

this reinforced their commitment!

 

Knew they had to go back into the tunnels!

 

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Oozed!

The sap oozed from a gnarled tree

as though it was bleeding

on one of its low bowed branches

the rope swung slowly

deep inside the bleak suicide forest

another soul departed

each drawn to this isolated retreat

alone their end to meet!

 

Nobody could grasp their despair

this was to be journeys end

what had brought them from afar

to this haunted bleak arena

to purposely take their own lives

as if in a replayed ritual

the ghost hunters entered here

sensing all their souls near!

 

Into the forest all was silent and still

with piety had a mission to fulfill!

 

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Heard!

Somebody said they heard the cries

afterwards silence nothing more

gone out of character the family said

the search became desperate

only hope was all they could long

their emotions like a sad song!

 

They found her body in a dusty quarry

with no dignity in the heat

none could grasp this wicked crime

another young soul lost

her laugh that warmth to us denied

this monster her future nullified!

 

Humans have the capacity for murder

without emotion or any remorse!

 

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Devouring!

As if directed by dark unseen forces

spreading from a dark domain

flames ignited consuming everything

once arid forests and homes

swiftly succumbed to the raging fires

rising into black smoke spires!

 

Devouring all living matter in its wake

nothing sacred with such heat

those grasslands now totally destroyed

nothing left but smoldering ashes

in communities no matter their prestige

as each became under siege!

 

Ferocious and hungry any daylight masked

their lungs gasping to breath

trapped as they perilously tried to escape

the routes to safety fading

facing ahead death anguish and disbelief

victims united by loss and grief!

 

From the ashes soon comes another dawn!

 

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So Easy To Hurt!

Walking slowly around my garden

looking at the grass and dirt

reflecting my past a bad bargain

much has happened many hurt

its gone can’t be changed now

making a simple life more difficult

easy for small problems to be big

takes no effort to pass an insult

intending each remark just to dig

still going on causing an atmosphere

not always sure why we do it is clear

for absolutely no reason it can start

really strange as our time is short

verbal poison yet with love in the heart

a case of couples unwittingly caught

in a trap they just can’t get out of easily

gone the will to repair damage feasibly!

 

At last sitting down on a calm warm morn

waking from a daydream sort of state

none the wiser of mans ways on this dawn

in a modern society do we all need a mate

breaking up often bitter hard to contemplate

life moves fast should be no time to hate!

 

A row can erupt into a lifetime of deep regret!

 

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Mingled!

Crowds focused on the busy city streets

none hurrying along were aware

that ghosts mingled amidst the throng

centuries of lost souls lingered

the gifted saw shapes and shadows cast

not all from distant time past!

 

To those whose minds not fully occupied

may see a figure close by

a glance then are gone left to wonder

why they disappeared so fast

but not realizing they were the deceased

who were seeking to be released!

 

Few in a chaotic society have open minds

surrounded by microwaves

unaware of these countless roving souls

from past lives gathered together

who haunt buildings streets and alleyways

within the colour spectrum haze!

 

Maybe we are not so alone as many think

with our minds not being in sync!

 

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Inhumane!

They asked for nothing but respect

to be noticed their voice heard

not spat upon treated as inhumane

by the smartly dressed passersby

the smell of their expensive perfume

sitting in the gutter with no room!

 

The big cars going by spewing fumes

unable to eat or stay clean

once had their own home and dignity

but loss of work and debt

forced the young family onto the street

the true society did meet!

 

More found themselves in a poverty trap

the comfortably off sneered

those who knew understood found it hard

realizing their situation severe

as the support now rapidly disappeared

and meltdown for them all neared!

 

A society where the dived was beyond help!

 

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Touched!

She could see trees blowing

no wind touched her skin

floating above the ground

without pain nor any stress

just that sensation of peace

from all the turmoil release!

 

Could see herself far below

laying lifeless in bushes

many birds around her flew

heard angelic voices singing

a light shone clouds parted

this earthly life departed!

 

Into the realms on high rose

fading away the death scene

misery and suffering below

leaving the evil to rage on

family to grief her passing

but remembered everlasting!

 

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Sensation!

Could not shake off the daunting sensation

drowning breathing in air

agitated at every sound and movement

shadows seemed to follow me

many voices in my head screamed so loud

nothing there yet felt in a crowd

ripples in reality as everything was blurred

forces of good and evil stirred!

 

Weather becoming unpredictable everywhere

strange patterns in the skies

earths life force rapidly bleeding outward

huge cracks spreading below

population uncertain of safety and stability

raging storms of deadly carnage

there were no havens to hide in the surface

not a single untainted space!

 

Fires raged and ravaged more than ever before

law and order disintegrated

crimes of violence grew as money diminished

the fabric of society so fragile

the weary masses caught within this time slip

reeling from wars and harsh rule

uncertain each day what would happen next

had it been written in an ancient text?

 

Daily life an unpredictable lottery for survival!

 

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The Bench!

A time when the bench was my place to reflect

a haven of sanity in a young mind

unable to communicate thoughts kept within

not knowing what path to take

or how soon I would get out of my depression

had that blank facial expression!

 

The bench on the hill was a focal point to reach

away from the misery of home

surrounded by trees and a busy cross roads

just as my life in a daze reached

feeling there was no hope needing direction

with society had a disconnection!

 

This was over fifty years passed still remember

determination guided me to safety

avoiding the dark moments of spiraling despair

into drink and drugs addiction

found my own route away from the shady side

from life’s reality never did hide!

 

Where humans dwell misery is always too near

we should feel safe but live in fear!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.