Taylor!

She walked down the quiet lane

witnesses told the police

smiling and singing as always

everybody knew Taylor

a local lass well-known there

always a word to share!

 

A regular journey to see gran

who lived on a farm

at the end of old tinkers lane

gran waited as usual

never reached her destination

causing fear and frustration!

 

As afternoon became evening

the family gathered

police called a search began

by her many friends

neighbours joined in as well

but soon darkness fell!

 

The days became many weeks

no explanation found

mentioned she was eighteen

an adult not a child

to her parents their baby still

a void nothing could fill!

 

Hope faded worst synopsis feared

no suspects or motive

within this tight nit community

rumours then emerged

that strange clouds were seen

and a friend saw the teen!

 

Only for seconds then vanished

put it down to a mistake

caught in the emotional wave

forgot to mention it

but news outlets had moved on

the interest value gone!

 

Two months later she returned

Taylor came home

as her brother and sister strolled

into their kitchen

one Friday after being at school

quietly sitting on a stool!

 

Mum was crying emotionally to

she looked over smiling

that unique reassuring glance

as if nothing was wrong

ending up hugging each other

mum sisters and brother!

 

Eagerly asking the one question

where had she been

yet Taylor could not answer this

thought it the same day

of missing time no recollection

of anything wrong rejection!

 

The journey to the truth compelling!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

Remorse!

It was dark she told herself over and over

along that country lane.

And late for a meeting with a new client

poor light was a factor.

Didn’t see the walker on the road side

surely they hadn’t died!

 

Thought it was an animal had felt the thud

her mind was on her work.

Only just got there in time but it went well

new business for the company.

Her morning journey seemed so long ago

for the day had a lot to show.

 

Pleased at her success went out to celebrate

with members from her firm.

In a wine bar a television showed the news

a reporter standing in a lane.

Policemen visibly stood behind his position

said a man was in critical condition!

 

Sitting staring at the screen knew it was her

said a driver was being sought.

Racked with guilt made her excuses and left

and then contacted the police.

In the interview room she sat waiting alone

had she killed him still unknown!

 

The minutes dragged by until the officers entered

and informed her he was alive.

Explaining what had happened so emotional

not leaving the scene on purpose.

Genuine tears of remorse filled her green eyes

they knew she told no lies!

 

No charges were brought but was given a caution

and later went to see the victim.

From the moment they made the first contact

a bond was formed between them.

And a relationship started the anguish was gone

now their love has become strong.

 

Now she must stop reflecting on that date

life has strange ways of twisting our fate!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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