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.

 

From The House!

From the house under the shadow of the hill

the couple lived there

for several years looked to the grassy slopes

having an inexplicable dread

that one day something to fear would descend

with no hope to defend!

 

Together on its summit had contentedly sat

enjoying panoramic views

open grass lands where sheep lazily grazed

everything in perfect place

then the natural order seemed to prevail

nobody believed their tale!

 

They went on looking and waiting for the event

as others simply ignored them

after that first slight tremor they both knew

the moment had arrived

on a bright day the sky began to go very dark

a date humans would mark!

 

The premature darkness passed as the huge craft

came slowly over the hill

their years of fear realised the invasion was here

most panicked and fled

waves of small craft then spewed out from within

mans nightmare would soon begin!

 

As the first casualties and explosions began to happen

below the nice small house

a new life began they had prepared for this eventuality

settling in their fitted bunker

where both stayed safe and unharmed until they died

the enemy the couple had defied!

 

Above the shattered world overrun by alien marauders

disintegrated as the enemy moved on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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On A Hill!

On a hill that lonely beech tree stands

silently swaying always surveying.

gazing down on town and country lands

of countless changes and shrinking size

so much has happened since it has stood

undisturbed growing so gracefully

buildings creeping nearer it’s not good

now our air is far more polluted

with an unobstructed view no less

it has seen many phases of  life around

a distant train echoes through the stillness

as it moves swiftly homeward bound

early morning mist from the valley

covers the motorway that scars the land

man’s mission to destroy natures tally

rising toxic fumes and roaring traffic sounds

neutral of  human ways unable to escape

generations move on we all come and go

the tree remains keeping its shape

as the world changes rapidly all around!

How much longer before it’s destruction?

The Foureyed Poet.

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