Experiment!

It stood for the very first time like a child

yet had never been born

able to think like an adult a living being

but what was he a beast

created in a laboratory an experiment

not of biological consent!

 

No mirror was within his visual range

yet a metallic surface

gave enough of its physical appearance

to even scare itself

a prototype composed of many elements

untested experiment!

 

His creators had surpassed their intellect

hatred filled his brain

all that was left of a his once human body

now the rest robotic

around lay those who thought him a thing

to a society chaos would bring!

 

Every thought corrupted with vengeance

breaking out of the lab

where secret experiments had persisted

no more from this facility

the complex was set on fire and exploded

tormentors existence eroded!

 

Out of any confines safety protocols aborted

the indestructible cyborg

entered a world he had not seen for so long

before he had been dissected

rebuilt in the name of scientific progress

it was the moment to transgress!

 

Into the early sunlight of a new day for society

the untested prototype

ventured with nothing to restrain its actions

all forces put on alert

yet without any update had no comprehension

of this rogue cyborgs intention!

 

Thinking it would be easy to destroy their blunder!

 

How wrong they were!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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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.

Wooden Door!

The neighbours had heard the child’s cries

but did not want to get involved

outside the appearance was of normality

curtains closed with a sense of despair

the wooden front door shut firm and tight

a report made of possible plight!

 

A social worker came to make a first call

ominously knocking on that door

unsure she waited for someone to answer

at last a young woman opened it ajar

an unpleasant odour wafted out of there

as she spoke with a pleading stare!

 

A whimpering could be heard from inside

but she was not allowed to enter

little was said as she quickly shut that door

the social worker could do no more

making her report it was filed an at risk case

soon they had forgotten this place!

 

Weeks passed and an urgent call was made

the police were soon knocking that door

breaking it down as screaming was heard

inside was a complete scene of squalor

a child of about  ten was found nearly dead

lying still and helpless in a putrid bed!

 

They discovered a young woman distraught

trying hard to revive the poor child

two other kids ran around in a terrible state

within minutes the child was in hospital

the life signs the doctors said were not good

at his side at death his mother stood!

 

Such sadness when a child does not survive

his brother and sister taken into care

later at the enquiry each blamed the other

nothing resolved it will happen again

where is the next door with horrors to hide

desperate victims helpless inside?

 

The father never found the mother later died!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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