Touch!

Not used to that touch of a hand on her face

that smile and soft kind eyes

there was no evil glare of intent as they hit

her frail body in terror alone

abused for days without food or any drink

to quench or give her strength

to sustain this innocent young persons fear

for her there was no mercy near!

 

Managed to escape these captors who cruelly

wrenched her away from friends

while out just walking and so happily chatting

lured by men who seemed kind

who offered to buy them all drink to consume

but the others were suspicious

and got away but she sadly was not fortunate

realising the dangers far too late!

 

Her parents were frantic at receiving the news

a wide search was implemented

every news outlet carried the abduction story

from days into weeks fear grew

all this time the brave girl never gave up hope

her chance came as they slept

weak yet the adrenaline flowed had to get back

courage and determination did not lack!

 

Shivering so scared was picked up by a police

patrol unit who had been called

by a worried resident who saw her pass by

their house but had walked on

there on a bench she sat eyes full of tears

the police woman showed that

gentle touch that had been so long denied

sitting closely by her side!

 

Then the voice she knew so well mum was here

united with love that hug so good

the shaking subsided now safe dad and sister to

together in unity alive and snug

never wanting to ever let any of them out of sight

as her arms gripped them so tight!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Bizarre!

He could see the birds in the distance

flying and landing

surprised at the number gathered

far more than usual

also an odd glowing cloud hovered

at first was not bothered!

 

Had come to the park near the sea

as he did every morning

but had never witnessed anything

so mesmerizing and bizarre

he was going towards it the sound

so loud his ears did pound!

 

Now in the cloud was able to see

dark shapes swooping

the pain as they attacked pecking

other forms approached

he began to run his arms flaying

here did not intend staying!

 

Exhausted his energy was drained

it was clear yet still

high above the birds made it dark

injured could only lay

through closing eyes the birds left

his body was bereft!

 

There was not a  sign of any birds

the sky was pure

he was found on the beach below

the high crumbling cliff

covered in lesions nothing broken

he unable to be woken!

 

An urban legend was born!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Humble Pray!

On her knees in humble pray

seeking solace from despair

amongst decay and rubble

with ever-increasing trouble

many lives lost not forgotten

in a society totally rotten!

 

Painfully struggling to kneel

to god for mercy did appeal

the oppressors had no care

without morality to share

raising her arms to the sky

simply asked her God why?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Dilemma!

What an awesome future said her husband

so excited their first child

buying their own home careers on track

with care finances good

parents to taking the news in their stride

filled with happiness and pride.

 

As the months went by the baby was fine

scans were perfect to view

mum started having pains in the chest

just indigestion it must be

nothing else that it could be so a delay

before the day she had to say!

 

Test were carried out a diagnosis found

the results were back

and the conclusions not good for her

a series heart condition

needing to have major surgery or die

but she could not comply.

 

The baby would be put at a serious risk

and not likely to live

determined her child would be safe

refused the operation

until cradled in her arms protected

the decision she elected!

 

Her husband was torn between them both

understanding the decision

months passed until the thirtieth week

her condition deteriorated

urgent caesarean section had to be done

and they had a healthy son!

 

But the strain was too much for his mum

having a spinal anaesthetic

had her wish holding him in her arms

and a precious photo saved

realising she may never see him grow

that day did not let it show!

 

But she is still alive and continuous fighting

every day a precious gift!

 

The Foureyed Poet

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