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.

 

 

 

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