Blank!

The screen is blank nothing works anymore

so many did not believe it would happen

the end was not by any nuclear or alien war

but by a complete computer network hack

everything just stopped life was suspended

as chaos on human life rapidly descended!

 

Everything was manipulated by the computers

water electricity and gas supplies halted

planes trains even the driverless cars useless

it brought living to the finality end of days

from a society though corrupt was operational

to becoming one of  being totally dysfunctional!

 

The cooling systems in the power stations stopped

every one of them becoming critical and exploding

spewing radiation into an already contaminated air

sewage filled the oceans and disease was rife

every screen was like staring into the pits of hell

as the nations turned on each other and fell!

 

Those with foresight somehow managed to last longer

but could only stay underground for a certain time

not having the facilities or organisation of the elite

who found themselves defeated by their miscalculations

a destructive virus causing an irrevocable shutdown

in the end like us all in their own filth did drown!

 

In despair I end my message as life is sustainable no more!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Impulse!

It was on impulse he stopped he thought

this thundery night as the rain fell

in a blinding lightning flash was certain

something was standing ahead

that moment of dread overwhelmed him

certain this was no imaginary whim!

 

Had only one pint with a meal an hour ago

was feeling fine until now

decided to drive on the car would not start

then all the electrics failed

now really scared he just watched the storm

another flash closer a shape did form!

 

It looked like a woman in a white nightgown

long straggly dark hair

soaked the head bowed standing in the road

thinking she was distressed

yet that gut instinct was telling him to stop

this was but a false backdrop!

 

Another loud thunder-clap and bright flash

now stood close to the bonnet

head was raised exposing a grotesque face

skeletal in its appearance

at this shocking image there was no escape

what really was the monstrous shape?

 

Frenzy overwhelmed him he was trapped

pulling at the door handle

until his hands bled he started to go mad

another flash nothing was there

until he sensed movement from behind

for his fate was resigned!

 

With an almighty clap of thunder he knew

it was with him in the car

nobody heard his muffled pitiful screams

as beside him the thing sat

his heart and mind could take it no more

as the rain outside did pour!

 

As daylight broke the storm had abated

a passing farmer found him

lights and engine running on the roadway

glancing in saw the expression

of terror slumped pale staring wide-eyed

he was all alone inside!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Helicopter!

That familiar sound of a helicopter approaching

out of nowhere its search light focused.

Down onto a desolate and lonely moorland

quickly joined by a second one.

But what is the true intention of their task

as a figure looks up wearing a mask.

No ordinary being sitting there in isolation

as soldiers approach with guns.

Nearby a circular craft of unknown origin

lays damaged amongst rough grass.

Away from the view of a watching public

the covert operation is slick.

Taken alive the alien is roughly removed

put into a third chopper nearby.

Two other bodies are bagged and tagged

the sight is cleared of any evidence.

Reports of an object seen falling denied

once again the military have lied.

How many incidents have really occurred

the public know nothing about.

The real truth of an extra terrestrial existence

rather than endless misinformation.

Was Roswell fact or fiction what is area fifty-one

when will no more tales be spun?

The Foureyed Poet.

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