By The Roadside!

By the roadside she lay bleeding

nobody attempted to stop

they just sped by without thought

safely cocooned in their cars

some glanced but they did not see

nothing to do we me!

 

Hit by a car that never stopped at all

saw a blur and heard a bang

being wrapped up in his own affairs

escaping from a robbery

a human life never had his priority

he answered to no authority!

 

Long gone from his callous hit and run

the young woman clung to life

the rain began to soak her broken body

conscious she tried to speak

but on impact it had severed her spine

vital signs rapidly began to decline!

 

A row with her parents angrily ran out

at the disapproval over a man

why should she stop seeing him shouted

so what had a criminal record

you cannot change the way that I feel

our love for each other real!

 

As her vital organs began to shut down

she recalled those last hours

unaware the driver who left her here

to die at the side of the road

was the very person she loved so much

the one with the gentle touch!

 

 

Eventually a car did stop to give her aid

it was dad seeking his daughter

devastated finding his child laying there

so badly hurt in the mud alone

rushed to hospital her spirit still strong

recovery hazardous and long!

 

The truth had yet to be revealed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Passion!

It was only a moment of passion that lead

to an emotional turmoil

so much pain foolishly falling allowing

himself to be taken in

she was married at the time did not know

letting his desires grow!

 

She overwhelmed an inexperienced youth

still cocooned at home

without sexual thoughts or complications

his pride his game console

until he started in full-time employment

willing to give consent.

 

Thrust from virginity to a new perception

thrill of a much older woman

six months on she began of him to tire

as the truth began to dawn

realized he was just a diversion on the side

no moral code applied!

 

Only her break from a long stagnant marriage

with no loving connections

he another victim as the woman digressed

the husband no longer cared

but the youth simply left to learn a bitter test

certainly an experience to ingest!

 

Maybe those memories of  an  intense passion

would turn from bitterness to conquest!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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