Short Journey!

Through life’s short journey that can be strenuous

emotions often dominate how we react

possessive and violence are common tendencies

mar most of our rational actions we make

such as harmony cooperation with genuine care

often is an option that’s not there!

 

Discipline and self-control not forgetting respect

is often lost when many want to have fun

out for enjoyment excessive drinking with mates

to be in good company with no violent intent

yet some do like to hurt mock and with malice kill

no remorse or hesitation to them another thrill!

 

Once in a minority this evil scourge is on the rise

who will stop them as these thugs rampage on

the law is limp seemingly unable to stop brutality

these gangs think they can do what they want

fear rules everyone is at risk on our streets today

no longer certain its safe to work or play!

 

Violence surely is an evolving human abomination

where power and wealth are above contempt

for billions forced into hopelessness and despair

policing for those trying to abide the law

is slowly withdrawn because of financial restraints

disillusioned no point making complaints!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Nobody!

Nobody can know what you are thinking inside

or how your self-respect is shattered

it is a personal hell you all face just to function

your existence seem totally battered

none of your relationships ever seem to last

but you’re determined to face the past!

 

Hard as it maybe for us to create a new dream

in the end only we can truly decide

if we can be charming get out with the team

to not be depressed so regain our pride

believe we are as good as anybody around you

through experience know this is true!

 

Once your confidence has been slowly drained

feeling so much weight on your head

wanting to scream being wound up and tense

thinking the only way out is death

but to remember your children need you there

their love is true for dad really care!

 

Easy for self-pity to drag you down in a divorce

doctors just offering you pills to take

adults fighting with animosity feelings sour

communications with each other gone

yet your children who are caught in the middle

do not understand the divorce riddle!

 

For me my sanity was saved by young minds

who wanted their parents to care

to love and not argue or be unhappy together

just share their lives even if apart

so hard for every one but kept in close touch

now all grown up love them so much!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Shabby and Grey!

The hospital dated back to the Victorian era

now it looked shabby and grey

threatened many times with closing down

reduced to a minor injury unit

doors always locked soon after night fell

some thought a portal of hell!

 

Also notorious for the delivery of corpses

who had untimely deaths

in the eighteenth century there was a need

by surgeons bodies sought

prepared to pay cash without any question

by the so-called medical profession!

 

Certainly had an unwelcoming appearance

dark eerie long passages

to walk along lit spots never to go near

staff had rooms to avoid

where unexplained phenomena took place

and nobody wanted to retrace!

 

Patients were reluctant to go there or stay

being dark and oppressive

scared behind the curtains a monster hid

freezing made your skin crawl

a woman trapped one night found it true

all about this she knew!

 

Arrived just before dark shown to a cubicle

waited but nobody came

situated down a narrow corridor worried

when into darkness plunged

the curtain shook could feel it swish near

a touch and whisper did hear!

 

Got up quickly disadvantaged not able to see

who was there called out

no reply her eyes grew accustomed to the dark

pulling curtain right back

could see nobody touching the peeling wall

moved trying not to fall!

 

Just able to make out the shape of an exit door

tried hard not to panic

from behind a bang her heart missed a beat

as the amplified sound

vibrated through the air felt cold on her hand

as an object beside did land!

 

Losing her balance falling over a row of chairs

but staying on her feet

certain somebody was standing very close by

reaching for the handle

just as a streak of light passed by her head

from pale white to red!

 

Pushing the door ran through to afraid to look

now stood in the reception area

with nobody to be seen began hyperventilating

headed for the main exit

as another object thrown bounced on the floor

saw a mass towards her crawl!

 

The following day in natural light staff arrived

finding the woman sitting

against a glass panel mumbling her eyes wide

as if seeing some hideous sight

had to be restrained taken into psychiatric care

of her plight only too aware!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Epitaph!

Frank was an ordinary hard-working man

leaving school at fifteen

finding work in a garage where he stayed

doing an apprenticeship

settling down with Jenny for a good life

happily never any strife.

 

I knew them well I met a nice young woman

we often went out together

he had three children my spouse and I four

the years were pretty good

my route took me into the medical field

nice to see people healed.

 

Lost contact for sometime I got divorced

next we met was a surprise

it was while on duty said his Jenny was ill

in the intensive care unit

later heard she had passed from this life

his precious wonderful wife.

 

After the funeral tried to keep in touch

but our worlds had changed

read in the paper he had won the lottery

what amount had no idea

really pleased for him deserving a break

and for the children’s sake!

 

Last I heard moved away to the south coast

bought a nice little bungalow

a real shame it came too late for his partner

but now could play more golf

both about the same age that I remember

heard sad news last December!

 

Maybe the hazard of winning the money

burglars broken in one night

thinking no doubt there was much to take

the place was ransacked

received awful injuries never recovered

a day before being discovered!

 

It was Frank’s daughter who contacted me

though saw it on the news

a genuine hard-working man taken to early

by those where greed ruled

the mind-set was just their material  greed

no remorse leaving him to bleed!

 

This my Epitaph for Frank just a nice ordinary man!

 

The Foureyed Poet.