No Christmas!

The children sat shivering alone in the house

cold and hungry in a squalid home

no Christmas tree or decorations  were here

in their short lives never known

to have warm clothes and much food to eat

it would be a miraculous treat!

 

Dad came around to hurt and shout at mum

and was always very drunk

but they saw many uncles coming and going

when their mum was there

never gave any cuddle’s nor showed kindness

they never knew happiness!

 

Alone once more on the eve of Christmas day

left to see it in with nothing

they only had each other no presents for them

rummaging in the dirty kitchen

such a pitiful sight listening to the happy voices

of neighbouring children with choices!

 

They held hands staring longingly out the window

hoping a kind person would come

to give them compassion some love and food

their mum did not seem to bother

so tired went to their rubbish strewn bedroom

a drunk mum would soon loom!

 

As children woke to see what Father Christmas

had brought for each of them

These three little ones dreaded yet another day

empty miserable without care

at a time that is supposed to be filled with joy

on the birthday of a holy boy!

 

The Foureyed Poet

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Always That Fear!

There was always that fear deep within his mind

that what had taken his father

could easily happen to him he was at that age

the hurt had never gone away

the sight of him turning into that evil creature

like watching a horror feature!

 

But those years of regret had been pushed aside

life cannot be lived that way

then one day like a replay it happened to him

talking one moment then pain

next memory waking up later alive but weak

finding it hard to speak!

 

A metallic taste in his mouth and chewing on flesh

a body by his side near bins

in a dingy part of the city he did not recognise

nobody was about he felt sick

running away from there like an animal after a kill

he sensed a satisfaction and thrill!

 

Was this going to be his life from now on he mused

as he went into his home

trying not to wake his wife as the hunger remained

what was he going to do

showering it lingered as blood went down the drain

now feeling despair and strain!

 

The next morning he awoke bright back to normal

it now seemed just a dream

at breakfast heard the news of the savage murder

there was nothing he could do

but knew like his old man there would be many more

something he could not ignore!

 

This was the time his wife excitedly gave him the news

she was expecting their first child

at first elated this was what they wanted so much

then inside reality hit home

knowing another beast would be born to kill if a boy

it would have to wait his joy!

 

Until he could know what the child’s sex would be

a decision had to be made

the cycle had to be broken it could not continue

why had it happened so late

truly believed the curse would not affect his life

leaving for work kissed his wife.

 

The creature awakened within him once gain

he must not lose control!

 

Always that fear!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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His Secret!

He had been thrown out at fifteen his secret

by parents who were always high

never knew love of a family always a loner

had a sister he tried to protect

his haunted vision of her always crying

yet like him always defying!

 

Within knew she would survive their cruelty

what else could she now do

nobody ever came to help them get free

his will to live was ebbing

worrying about his sister afraid to go back

the education he did lack!

 

Ended up begging on the street humiliated

on a day when he felt like dying

a dog wandered aimlessly lost passed him

turned and came slowly back

laying whimpering with sad eyes at his side

for the first time in years cried!

 

This scruffy bag of bones and fur needed help

neglected and desperate

identifying his situation with this new friend

now with a purpose in life

that emptiness was not so intense anymore

had to pick himself off the floor!

 

Giving him courage and confidence to mature

named the dog Thor

because he had given him strength and courage

to become a man from the boy

proud to have a loyal companion as he paced

knowing the parents had to be faced!”

 

Settled in a flat of his own and now employed

the inevitable had to be done

ringing the bell still scared him wanting to run

a young woman opened the door

his sister recognised him hugging so tight

filled with such delight!

 

This was when he learned the parents had died

she had tried to find her brother

knew they would meet again and be together

welcoming him and Thor

into a now happy home the passed left behind

their future clearly defined!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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