Tightrope!

He was certain that this was the correct tree

said it had been so long

his hair had gone face was wrinkled with age

the handcuffs were tight

but the pain gave him the strength to cope

as he faced the tightrope!

 

Felt no emotion laughed inwardly to himself

the judge had called him a insane

that made him well up with pride deep inside

never could relate to other people

a form of pleasure taking their breath away

annoyed he was here today!

 

Had stayed years in a secure mental hospital

content living his perfect dream

wanting for nothing as his victims forgotten

until the doctors said he was sane

the detectives allowed to interview him again

trying to get inside his warped brain!

 

Transferred to a new prison for violent criminals

but it was not his choice of home

able to be pursued to admit what he had done

this was a game he would not play

for he had done nothing wrong was the only reply

that he was a mass murderer did deny!

 

But they persisted coming up with photographs

of his alleged countless victims

one had a familiar face that unsettled his mind

which they spotted the reaction

with more questioning made him at last admit

a connection had to submit!

 

So here he stood before this large sycamore tree

informing them a victim laid below

but it was not true just wanted to get outside

determined he wanted to die

they would never know the secrets of his evil

lifetime mission had to fulfil!

 

Within this depraved being that everybody feared

armed guards accompanied him

as the authorities hoped there was a conclusion

for a family waiting so long

but without any warning he turned aggressive

that went beyond excessive!

 

Taking by surprise held a guard with cuffed hands

crushing the delicate throat

no pleading would make him ever release the grip

with desperate measures was shot

his plan had now been fulfilled silenced forever

the truth to be told never!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Decision!

Out of breath he staggered to the edge

not realising the sheer drop

in turmoil uncertain of what to do next

he sensed the men were close

it was meant to be a short break away

sounds here he could not stay!

 

Nowhere to run made an instant decision

there was a river far below

so jumped that was how desperate he felt

better to die than be captured

time seemed to stop closed his eyes tight

hit water adding to the plight!

 

A fast flowing river pulled him underneath

choking trying to breathe

keeping his head above water stayed afloat

until the current eased

to the rocky bank weak managed to crawl

in a muddy pool did sprawl!

 

The rest was short he could hear the dogs

an awful emotion terror

he had only asked them being lost the way

from a friendly request

they suddenly tried to drag him from his car

drove away did not get far!

 

Their shotgun pellets smashed into the glass

then bursts the rear tyres

now out of control swerved into a nearby tree

instinct gave him flight

the adrenaline gave him the strength to run

but began to feel he was done!

 

Somehow managed to stand and slowly walk

realised the pain in his arm

this was what kept him going he was the prey

for some crazy hunters today

almost crawling up and over the crest of a hill

with all his being did he will!

 

Could see a road some distance down below

a steep slope the barrier

men and hounds were closing in a shot fired

if it was his end it had to be

forcing himself over he started to roll faster

of his destiny no longer master!

 

Agony had permeated his body to weak to cry

he lay broken in a ditch

through blurred vision saw a lorry approaching

no longer caring if he existed

losing consciousness never saw the vehicle stop

nor hunters observing from the top!

 

Several days later awoke in an intensive care ward

relived he was at last safe

until he saw one of the hunters sitting by the bed

dressed in a sheriffs uniform

his uninjured arm in a handcuff clipped to a side rail

had he reached the end of the trail!

 

Petrified at the situation what was happening to him?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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