Edge of Chaos!

Life seemed to be on the edge of chaos

misery was spreading

with the upsurge in gutter poverty

and that haunting stare

wherever you walked beggars pleading

their will to live receding!

 

Arriving home one evening there sitting

on my porch step a man

this was my first impression nearing

its shape changed before me

coming to a halt uncertain what to expect

hostility began to detect!

 

For what seemed minutes it did not move

then crawled out of view

cautiously approached there was a stain

green and foul-smelling

avoiding the substance yet very aware

that it was right there!

 

Instinct made me turn feeling a presence

the mass was at my back

just managed to escape its fateful grasp

crashing to the flower bed

running from my own house petrified

for me nowhere to hide!

 

From their desperation they were created

an abominable creation of beast

were mutated by the pollution and poverty

until that moment had never seen

just an urban legend until we collided

my emotions deeply divided!

 

Illusions gone discovering it was real not fiction

these predators humans mutated

the population grew it became an affliction

as poverty divided rich from poor

once like me a human living with family ties

with all the hidden deceits and lies!

 

Life was chaos nights became a fight for our survival!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Marked!

Staring out from behind his closed curtains

this man was so petrified

could see the large black car parked outside

knew they were after him

there was nowhere else to hide trapped

hope and energy sapped!

 

Could not keep quiet about what he knew

his conscience could not allow

had to tell the public of alien infiltration

in the fabric of our society

even if they partly accepted his disclosures

he would risk exposure!

 

This he was prepared to do by going public

through the national papers

and television channels had nowhere to hide

had even taken documents

tried to safeguard his wife and only daughter

they to were at risk of slaughter!

 

Many colleagues had mysterious accidents

or this was the scenario used

classed as traitorsĀ for exposing information

considered of a top-secret nature

he knew the risks had been cornered here

had no time to get clear!

 

This was his private hideaway by the lakes

though knew nothing was secret

from the agents whose job it was to silence

known as the men in black

there was nothing more to be done trapped

his body and soul sapped!

 

Heard them approaching only one thing to do

sent his wife one last email

sat behind his desk calmly typed a message

laid back in the leather chair

the dark suited strangers smashed their way in

lies about him would begin!

 

Headlines read in a car crash scientist killed!

friends knew his prediction was fulfilled!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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