Missed!

He missed that touch and sound of her soft voice

as the coffin was lowered into the grave

why had she died the autopsy was inconclusive

suicide was on her death certificate

married for five years his childhood sweetheart

never thought so soon they would part!

 

There by his side their son who was distraught

just turned eighteen they were close

his eyes viewed the casket as he threw a rose

just before reluctantly leaving

unable to accept she would take her own life

this he knew of his wife!

 

What had happened repeating the question

over and over in his mind

she worked hard too often away on business

never spoke of her own job

as it entailed secretive government contracts

concerned she had to hide the facts!

 

Shattered receiving that middle of the night call

worried from her had not heard

tried to phone countless times but got no reply

leaving earlier with a kiss and touch

promised that she would be save while gone

knew she was positive and strong!

 

Mentioned a car on several occasions had followed

closely behind while out and about

but brushed it off saying it was nothing of concern

expressed anxiety but said do not to worry

on reflection recalling how sinister her voice tone

surely the dangers should have known!

 

Told the police when questioned soon after his loss

mentioned his fears and what she said

nothing was done believing she had taken her life

closing the case and filing it away

he was certain she had been silenced for a reason

eliminated for what they classed as treason?

 

Or  uncovered information not for public consumption

sealing her inevitable death or just his  presumption

laying in their bed turned to where she always laid

knowing her spirit was there but still very afraid!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Iron Gates!

It was a day trip to the big city

an adventure alone

sites to see an evening show

a voice in her head

guiding the girl like navigation

to an odd destination!

 

Outside two large iron gates

found herself stood

rusting and was there alone

she see the crowds

on the main road nearby

here wondering why?

 

Being summer it was daylight

behind an empty site

used over centuries for burial

shivered saw a figure

coming quickly in her direction

no time for reflection!

 

Though a cobbled stone street

heard no sounds

now approaching saw the face

monstrous it passed

walked right through the gates

wishing she had skates!

 

Scared seemed to be cornered

more shadowy figures

coming wearing dark cloaks

close behind a hearse

a procession into her view

the panic within grew!

 

Lined up at the iron gates

as if poised waiting

deep inside had memories

drawn to the hearse

there on the name plate

for her did wait!

 

That voice was her own

here they poised

to take her back home

being long dead

was ever a restless soul

often out of control!

 

Her spirit roamed streets

possessing women

just for a very short while

before once more

laying in the graveyard

where the dead guard!

 

The lady in white a legend

was often seen

had died of a broken heart

but nobody knew

that by invading the living

a short time reliving!

 

For years it was a mystery

by the iron gates

young unconscious women

were found slumped

with memory loss perplexed

and demeanor vexed!

 

The locals do not venture near

those iron gates so austere!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Journey!

That smile filled with a moment of relief

the journey long and arduous

from the horrors of war and occupation

tears gushed tension released

remembering the loss of their relations

now seeking new foundations!

 

Torn from the life they knew and loved

persecuted treated poorly

shattered lives forced to witness cruelty

and unspeakable acts

memories that would never be deleted

together never more defeated!

 

Both young and hopeful the couple gazed

from the ships upper deck

slowing as it entered the busy harbour

in their new homeland

gaunt and battle weary they embraced

as together the future faced!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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