Home!

Weary and disillusioned they came home

left as boys returned old men

within their minds and damaged bodies

too many lost in the trenches

sinking and dying in deep stinking mud

for country spilling their blood!

 

Longing to be back with family at home

conditions not for any creatures

that deafening noise of exploding shells

crouching in those hell pits

like burrowing moles never dry or warm

trying to survive the brutal storm!

 

Chocking those without protective masks

mustard gas like a yellow fog

seeped in without  mercy a silent killer

nor raising heads as snipers aimed

across no mans land the soldiers waited

far away the officers debated!

 

In safety top brass making the decisions

of when they had to attack the foe

like moving chess pieces on the board

lives were put in jeopardy

for the gain of just a few feet of territory

whose was this savage glory?

 

Millions have perished so it will continue

the never ending cycle of war

peace it is said no profit can ever be made

the majority are but pawns

from the 1914 to 1918 quoted Great War

nothings changed what else is in store?

 

Surely most want peace and unity for all

or will it go on until mankind does fall?

 

The soldiers just want to go home!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Perfect!

Such a nice neat white-painted house

it drew my attention

had to stop and admire so perfect

yet was it just a facade

a child’s swing moved on its own

by who was unknown!

 

Toys on the verandah indicated children

yet there was no sound

it appeared as if nobody lived here now

but shadows could be seen

outside the double garage stood a car

waiting to be driven bizarre!

 

The path through a white gate spotted

with dark brown stains

no other indication it was a crime scene

of horrendous brutality

here I would have been happy to reside

its secret no more could it hide!

 

The last family no longer within did live

the step son the only survivor

of five who lived and enjoyed this home

now in police custody

it was reported by a local news station

they needed more information!

 

Morbid curiosity had brought me here

even from the pavement

terror made my skin prickle with fear

as if from beyond the grave

sadness made me want to cry in sorrow

for them no tomorrow!

 

Backing away from there wanted to leave

as a child waved at me

so clearly from an upper window petrified

left the perfect house

never to return yet the images remained

what I saw unexplained!

 

The trial of the only survivor and accused

went on for several months

his defence trying to get an insanity plea

as he kept saying a voice

told him to kill his family but was rejected

guilty of murder the judge directed!

 

His sentence was to die by lethal injection

no date had been set

the news by this time had other stories

for a while it went quiet

until he was found lifeless in his prison cell

the cause nobody could tell!

 

Shortly after this he was seen by witnesses

within the garden and house

roaming about as if he was still searching

a blank expression on his face

even though he had been recently cremated

this mystery is still debated!

 

Few were keen to enter inside the perfect house!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Murdered!

When he had murdered his latest victim the killer

left them to be easily found

calmly he smiled leaving without conscience

making sure he was not in vision

frustrating the police forces leaving no clues

nothing on which to peruse!

 

Cunning and meticulous in methods of murder

certain never to be caught

finding his next victim he watched the woman

get into an expensive car

driving off the forecourt of a luxury apartment

intent on her life to dispense!

 

Already knew her routine parked in the car park

in the office block she worked

he knew where the security cameras were placed

as she got out attacked her

but knowing self-defence broke from his tight grip

then on an oily patch did slip!

 

Falling and hitting her head on a concrete pillar

guessed would not wake again

the murderer angry he had failed drove away

leaving her there to pass alone

still sure nothing was left to be incriminating

in his callous mind debating!

 

As he disappeared from the horrendous scene

though the body lay motionless

the spirit of the woman stood over herself

for a while unable to comprehend

what happened to her as the darkness cleared

and blankness disappeared!

 

She had to avenge her own pointless death

and remove this evil being

the hardest part leaving her earthly body

she felt somebody was near

with no limits of mobility started the quest

and the killer to infest!

 

It was hard this was not her physical body

there were no boundaries

though alone sensed an unseen force close

there was a growing  rage

able to move at will knowing he was near

heard screams very near!

 

Like coming out of a mist into clear light

in woodlands saw the beast

bent over a cowering girl about to strike

arm raised knife in hand

how could she stop this murderess spree

shouting he turned to see!

 

Now looking shaken he stared then just ran

following him screamed

scared stopped at the edge of an overhang

you died in the car park

realising her image was discernible to him

his expectations were grim!

 

For the first time he was the helpless victim

the spirit moved forward

then the beast lost its balance plummeting

down into a disused well

at that moment found herself  back in pain

within her body how insane!

 

Still in the  car park but now on a stretcher

being transported to hospital

had it all been in her imagination puzzled

before the doors shut tight

saw a man waving seemingly unobserved

something special had occurred!

 

A petrified woman entered the police station

to report her abduction

and tell them a very strange tale of a miracle

of how she was going to die

when the attacker suddenly stopped and ran

like he was a possessed man!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

The Basement!

She found it hard even finding the office block

expecting to find a modern building

several times walking by the shabby front

it had to be her first day of work

across the thresh hold did step she was late

now in a very flustered state.

 

Up to the reception desk to ask for the directions

an elderly uniformed man sat

who did not even raise his head when she spoke

telling her it was on level three

rushing to the lift pressed the button and waited

to just go home she debated!

 

When the lift arrived got in pressing the button

to take her up to the third floor

seconds passed then descended to the basement

not what she had expected

jolted to a halt the doors opened slowly revealing

a dank corridor with low ceiling

 

Heard a soft voice calling her name stepping out

taken by surprise by the sound

the lift shut and now stood all alone in a nightmare

that pleading voice guided her

amongst discarded equipment and hissing pipes

making her have increasing gripes!

 

Every shadow seemed a lunging demonic beast

now focused on a greenish hue

collided with a disused filing cabinet then a chair

saw a woman standing there

that faded into thin air only a short distance ahead

her sanity hung by a thread!

 

Now drawn into a small storage room feeling trapped

behind something scuttled passed

then in front heard a whimpering soft anguished cry

in a corner a young woman crouched

empathy filled her confused mind as she approached

as before her a beast encroached!

 

No more the poor wretched woman before her eyes

in the oppressive dim greenish light

but a hideous crouching snarling beast from hell

instinct made her turn and flee

tearing at the flesh on her legs blindly tried to run

certain her earthly life was done!

 

Weakening with every step saw an exit sign ahead

could only hope it would open

slamming against it at speed she burst through

reaching the ground floor level

falling through the fire door back in reception

standing dazed in reflection!

 

Without hesitation now quickly left this building

and down the way she had come

halting to inspect the painful wounds on her legs

but there was no marks to be seen

what had happened impossible to comprehend

petrified into the crowd did blend!

 

Those images haunted her did it really happen?

 

Never told anybody of her shortest day in a job!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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