Maybe!

Maybe it was just chance or a well-played plan

but like a fairy tale the woman

became acquainted with the much older man

making him spill his coffee

with that virtuous flicker of long eyelashes

that upon his jacket splashes!

 

A slight blush as it was he who apologised

their eyes met and he was smitten

caught was it chemistry or a hidden agenda

to him it was magical luck

had recently got divorced that still really hurt

how good it felt to once again flirt!

 

Blinded by a beautiful woman chatted happily

both becoming touchy feely

drunk more than he usually did that evening

had verbal diarrhea was happy

remembered walking out with this female

from there it was a memory fail!

 

With a jolt awoke in a bed with white sheets

alone his clothes strewn around

a trail of water droplets led to the bathroom

with a throbbing headache

his desperation to vomit and pee was intense

as none of this did make any sense!

 

Staggering through the open door at the sink

the trail ended on the steamy mirror

a word Sucker written saw his own pasty face

then a dark figure from behind

hit him over the head again lost consciousness

last thought death felt ominous!

 

Aroused with a slap and loud shouting in his ear

handcuffed to a bare dirty table

two men sat staring from across the small room

demanding to know where she was

where had he hidden the body of their comrade

confused at the question so afraid!

 

His thoughts scrambled by drugs drink and brutality

engulfed in a bizarre situation

here with no answers help or any means of escape

vague flashes of a bar and a girl

as the pain in his head began to get more intense

nothing to him made any sense!

 

After endless questions the interrogation stopped

dragged and thrown into a cell

he had been a banker who had let his guard down

and given them pass codes

while he had been detained had ransacked his flat

of no more use he was hit with a bat!

 

A week later his remains were pulled out of the river

back in the same up market bar

a young woman approached the middle-aged man

he was an executive of a large firm

how his ego was raised as she smiled and spoke

then gently his hand she did stroke!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cliff Edge!

How could they end up on the cliff edge

she though it just another row

both moving apart surely a bad patch

until she mentioned her affair

only briefly while he worked abroad

her phone calls had ignored!

 

Met while young neither yet matured

but there was a special love

realising it may not save the marriage

could not change her actions

never expected to be up here pleading

as the marriage was receding!

 

Anguish had overtaken his whole being

drawing closer to oblivion

the cliff crumbling from beneath them

tried to hold him grip was lost

fell back onto the grass he disappeared

for a second the turmoil cleared!

 

Then reality hit her like a thunder bolt

the strain upon her a jolt

guilt tore her sanity completely apart

jumped with a broken heart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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