Eternally!

Eternally the conflicts with no everlasting accord

the children suffering and dying

the grieving families living in squalor and rubble

cries for mercy and peace

as the shells and bombs rained down evermore

who were the enemy nobody sure!

 

The misery continues the guns are never silent

so many torn from their homelands

hidden agendas are pursued the people victims

land scorched buildings flattened

a constant movement of wretched humanity

caught up in the insanity!

 

How the many yearn for that feeling of friendship

when all nations can unite

earth home for humankind to find that respect

know that we are all one people

hand in hand solving problems without threat

when hatred and anger we can forget!

 

Maybe just a dream but the thought gives a spark of hope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet

 

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On The Edge!

The pressure became too much for her that night

just wanted to take off in flight

jump off a bridge or run in front of a fast train

thoughts screaming in her brain

voices would not go away impossible to pray

could not take it another day!

 

Unable get any sleep her relationship ended

something she had not intended

he just said the wrong words that really hurt

with her hand ripped his shirt

hit him in a fit of anger then just had to leave

that tension had to relieve!

 

Why she was angry one minute so manic the next

made her feel even more vexed

everything magnified to the extent of compulsion

within she now felt repulsion

increasingly becoming distant from normal reality

she became ever nearer to insanity!

 

Her friends had tried to help but it was rejected

it was though with evil infected

she now found herself on the car park top floor

how she got there unsure

as the noise in her mind became so unbearable

confused life was unrepairable!

 

Seconds later jumped in her mind flying like a bird

a faint thud witnesses heard.

bunches of flowers and tribute laid at the very spot

to her family never to be forgot

the man from whom she had the disturbing split

the shock could never get over it!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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