The Bench!

A time when the bench was my place to reflect

a haven of sanity in a young mind

unable to communicate thoughts kept within

not knowing what path to take

or how soon I would get out of my depression

had that blank facial expression!

 

The bench on the hill was a focal point to reach

away from the misery of home

surrounded by trees and a busy cross roads

just as my life in a daze reached

feeling there was no hope needing direction

with society had a disconnection!

 

This was over fifty years passed still remember

determination guided me to safety

avoiding the dark moments of spiraling despair

into drink and drugs addiction

found my own route away from the shady side

from life’s reality never did hide!

 

Where humans dwell misery is always too near

we should feel safe but live in fear!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Awoke!

Shivering he awoke in a public park all alone

on a hard wooden bench

damp and chilled to the bone being so scared

odd sounds surrounded him

depressed at his situation got up and walked

paranoid his own shadow stalked!

 

So stupid leaving behind such a happy lifestyle

too much for the wife to take

turning to drink to get through every hour

his reality began to disintegrate

also had two sons that he loved so very much

could take no more missed their touch!

 

Guilty for getting in this awful humiliating mess

dirty unwashed shuffling along

contact totally lost with them it seemed endless

gambled away money job and respect

could not take the indignity or guilt another day

confused could not see any other way!

 

By his side a willing listener a comforting smile

yet to anybody passing was solo

even advising him the best position for the noose

some hours later he was found dead

hanging from a high branch in a wooded park

a dog stared up with its loud pitiful bark!

 

The man grinning watched in his dark suit

had another soul completed the pursuit!

 

Then evaporated into the damp morning air!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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