Empty!

An empty room of an innocent design

is this a true vision

joined molecules making the illusion

of reality in our minds

the existence we live is but a dream

just a download stream!

 

What else could be in that same place

another dimension coexisting

that vibrates at a different frequency

maybe spirits haunt time

those who have passed yet earth-bound

their peace still to be found!

 

How often have you heard noises or flow

as if you are not alone

whispering voices like there is a presence

moments of panic inside

as if you’re being watched a cold shiver

standing there you quiver!

 

Overcome by a growing sensation of dread

that in the dark an entity

lurks ready to pounce or your soul possess

turning all the lights on

hiding under that warm protective duvet

maybe for the first time you pray!

 

But a thought maybe it’s not an evil ghoul

could your guardian angel

be near to protect your soul keep you safe

on your own personal turf

in that emptiness you want to reach out

shivering your actuality in doubt!

 

Each of us must have those personal moments

alone that maybe you could

reach out and touch an unseen waiting hand

sometimes a comforting feeling

but nobody is certain of what fills that space

our very being to embrace!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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Bus Stop!

The young woman waited for the late night bus

as she often did after visiting her mum

always alone it had never bothered her before

but that night the bus was late arriving

at first did not notice the dark clothed figure

when she did panic it did trigger!

 

Where it had come from had heard no sound

with the light in the shelter could see

it was possibly a gaunt looking teenage girl

the clothing seemed dirty and ragged

not wanting to stare tried not glance that way

here certainly not wanting to stay!

 

There was no gestures yet a presence was felt

making a large gap between them

was really scared so glad when the bus came

jumping on as the doors opened

had not realised how cold she had become

wished she had stayed with mum!

 

It was then realised she was the only one

the girl had not got on behind her

when getting off enquired with the driver

had he seen the other passenger

replied calmly that nobody was waiting

simply to her the story relating!

 

Added she was not the first who had asked

others to witnessed the ghost

as many years before at that spot a girl died

murdered while waiting for a bus

nobody was ever caught for this awful crime

her spirit doomed to haunt for all time!

 

She never waited for a bus at that stop again

often in her thoughts the images did remain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Locomotive!

The steam locomotive glistened motionless

in the railway museum

as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab

handling the large levers

children’s sticky fingers touching so keen

upon this magnificent machine!

 

From a different age of public transport

countless numbers travelled

holiday makers hard pressed commuters

during those days of steam

preserved by railway preservation groups

restored for the fun to recoup!

 

The engine resprayed in its original livery

pride filled the workers

bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur

accidents had dogged progress

even when being taken off the flatbed truck

moving it in there was bad  luck!

 

Though were professionally trained personnel

that operated the transfer

cables snapped nearly tipping the train over

but through skill was averted

since then six months on much had arisen

creating much division!

 

Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab

boiler suit and cap smiling

talking to the them seemed to be in control

yet they had no employees

here working on any of the engines displayed

no staff this image surveyed!

 

But after the museum was closed noises heard

as the cleaners worked

described it like shovelling and metal clanging

heavy boots on the floor

even when lights were off that engine shone

something here was wrong!

 

Unexplained incidents happened items fell down

missing visitors and stewards

a feeling of happiness and despair lingered

yet it was the one engine

that everybody who came was always drawn to

the one they wanted to view!

 

It had been a working engine on the main lines

nobody knew its full history

but reports persisted of the friendly driver

maybe who had died

unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed

his spirit still employed!

 

But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well

did a dark entity haunt it as well?

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

Jumped!

The delivery driver whistled happily walking

towards the tall block of flats

nearing the entrance was drawn to look up

just as somebody jumped

heard a scream as a body fell turned away

why did it happen today!

 

Reluctantly compelled to see the awful sight

but nothing was to be seen

stunned at this weird event retreated back

everything was peaceful

he could not drive for some time just sat

and feeling very flat.

 

He was not the only one who got a shock

in the flat on the floor below

a young female tenant had heard noises

like objects being thrown

and thuds on her ceiling the light shaking

like something breaking!

 

It had been going on for several weeks

she had been up got no reply

complained to council told unoccupied

no further explanation given

yet it still persisted she was scared

to her nobody cared!

 

Only one present tenant knew more

living in the flat next door

a year before shouting and screaming

and the awful pleading cry

as the wife fell from the small balcony

the images could still see!

 

The husband had been quickly arrested

but there was no evidence

to prove there had been any foul play

was released moved away

yet since then no tenants would stay

something dark here did prey!

 

With many complaints the council acted

sending workers to check

entering with no prior history of events

went unaware into the place

immediately found it a cold atmosphere

certain somebody was in here!

 

In the lounge one workmen took a look

when he heard a voice

then pushed violently out of the room

his mate who stood nearby

swore by the window he saw a female

looking wispy and pale!

 

Taken aback they both decided to leave

running out the door

it slammed shut leaving them petrified

just staring in disbelief

they never returned it remains unfilled

and the question was she killed?

 

The disturbing events still continue to haunt

and the human mind to taunt!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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