The Year!

The year could be any that we may remember

the increasing violence a way of life

caused by mankind’s hand and natures power

conflicts refuges from far-flung shores

as armies invaded increasingly country borders

a new president adding to the mix

with discourse expanding throughout society

heightened that loss of security

surveillance being taken to paranoid extremes

unknown forces facing humanity

with only the few living in debauched luxury

more failed to cope with surviving

depression and suicide alarmingly escalating

new year hangovers remained the year

ahead lay uncertainty of humanities true path

as that darkness gripped the soul

a confusion had tightly entwined itself around

our chemical makeup as genders merged

evil became the way of thinking

suspicion of each other like a sickness spread

leaving too many innocent dead

media outlets given scripted news for us to view

most of it later discovered untrue

reality becoming a 3D game all were consumed

the right of the individual forever doomed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Reflection!

Christmas celebrations now an expensive memory

new year hangovers have abated

twenty seventeen just embedded in your thoughts

world turmoil continues

without even a moment of reflection of human cost

where compassion is lost!

 

Those enthusiastic resolutions are already forgotten

salaries and work a growing issue

more food banks created as the belts become tight

yet money there for public buildings

with the brexit deadline quickly looming up ahead

filling many with a sense of dread!

 

Europe seems more divided and a new president-elect

an air of depression lingers

for most they are resigned for yet another tough year

with the added fear of attack

the trust in politicians dividing our crowded nation

there is a need for unity and cooperation!

 

Sound a familiar pattern that keeps on repeating

every country has its tribulations

people have to battle on no point in weeping

with countless social frustrations

but for us to survive there must be some hope

or as problems soar we may not cope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Touch

That touch of your soft skin as we embraced

was a sensation I had forgot

the connection of care and warmth thrilling

within my being fulfilling

it was a shock to realise I had become distant

my anger so consistent.

 

My relationships had always been a disaster

an emptiness had persisted

physically abused left to suffer on my own

hostility surrounded me

feeling worthless I soon lost all self-respect

believing I was a  reject!

 

Knowing that my body was what they wanted

no kindness or love given

until that chance meeting as I contemplated

thinking of my desperation

you were the good Samaritan showed the way

saw me as a person not prey!

 

Your touch and gentle words gave me hope

to start again able to cope.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Lodger!

The single young woman found it was hard

even though working

to pay the bills and the large mortgage to

she needed a lodger

providing extra income so she could cope

this really was the hope!

 

The lodger arrived late on an winter evening

there on the front porch

an old suitcase clasped in bony hand

speaking in a quiet voice

harsh whisper in a monotonous drone

yet had a chilling tone!

 

Said she had read about the room to rent

yet not contacted by phone

the owner reluctant to let her come inside

struggled paying the bills

regrettably no other enquiries  received

she could only proceed.

 

From the first meeting doubt was embedded

within her inner fears

already the warmth of her home had waned

showed her the room

gave her approval she would take it uttered

in agreement muttered!

 

Moved in that night with no other luggage

went in the room in silence

the door shut yet the owner full of dread

what had she let in her house

sat in the lounge listening to the television

already regretting her decision!

 

Decided to sleep down  in the lounge that night

later thought it was silly

to allow her imagination to spook her thoughts

the lodger would be fine

three days passed before eventually emerging

trouble began surging!

 

Unable to comprehend what she was doing

no food had been taken in

could not recall if the toilet had been used

not feeling well stayed inside

never been sick as this trying to think back

or so much energy lack!

 

The lodger crept about now mainly in the dark

the place would not heat

it was constantly cold and so many flies buzzed

always a dank mouldy smell

filled the air never had this before she came

nothing could she blame!

 

In the end decided had to make conversation

depression was overwhelming

even hard to climb the stairs breath short

soon outside the room stood

before she could knock the door it opened

into emptiness did descend!

 

Compelled to enter there saw the gaunt figure

empty eyes and  almost skeletal

went to speak but there was a piercing scream

followed by a blinding light

she woke with a shudder and fell off her bed

thinking she must be dead!

 

Finding her heart was racing knew she was not

sat shaken on the thick  rug

cold no more really went to the lodgers door

finding it was slightly open

summed up the courage to go right inside

had to face not hide!

 

But it was empty the lodger seemed to have left

the tension and fear had lifted

the odours and flies were not about any more

though she had not existed

strange had it been an awful nightmare she had

certainly never had one that bad!

 

Came home from work around seven that evening

got herself something to eat

then there was a faint tap upon the front door

wondering who it could be

nobody usually called at this time without a call

went to answer it down the hall!

 

Devastated to see a thin pale girl holding a suitcase

within  her bony hand!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Ted!

He sat muttering to himself his cup empty

the coffee drained he longed more

others avoided him thinking he had issues

in fact he was lonely and depressed

no money for another drink life was aimless

with living could not careless!

 

It had been forever since he had lost touch

with his three young children

a career and future ended in the recession

stress became unbearable

the wife he loved left him could not cope

for Ted there was no hope!

 

He was just one in a whirlpool of many!

 

He disappeared and was never found!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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