The Well!

The happy family moved into the large house

on the edge of a lake

all were unaware until their teenage children

found a hidden overgrown well

first from a distance noticed the outline

at that time not able to define!

 

Behind tall weeds concealed was discovered

the relic emitting a sentient power

both felt it had to walk from the dire location

were afraid to tell their parents

of this startling undiscovered garden addition

that seemed in perfect condition!

 

For a while was forgotten as the house was fixed

to decorate and make theirs

being uninhabited for years before they found it

on a holiday the place a dream

with its supreme views and large lake location

space and liberation a great combination!

 

Nothing happened for some time life was good

they kept their distance

until the daughter saw lights darting about

flickering in a pattern

resisting the urge to go near just observed

yet her confidence unnerved!

 

Over the next few days the lights increased

as nobody else noticed them

began to feel it was only meant for her gaze

and a compulsion to explore

in her dressing gown on a bitterly cold night

went to peek like a ghost in white!

 

She was sleep walking in her mind could see

a girl waving so excitedly

a nice day she just wanted to meet and play

greeting as though friends

in reality nobody visible there she was alone

unprotected in a disaster zone!

 

The young girl’s face changed to sallow skin

dead eyes stared a victoria’s cry

the teenager awoke her soul fell into the well

her being sank into the dank water

gone now suppressed by the slimy green walls

nobody heard her Spiritual calls!

 

A different young woman went back inside

but to the family within

it was their beloved sister and daughter

the evil entity was reborn

new energy rejuvenating the decayed shell

the lid sealed the well!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

That Moment Of birth!

That moment of a birth the joy and pride

expectations for the perfect future

but often this is not always the fairy tale story

of many whose lives are of misery

and squalor brought up in a violent background

guns and bombs the only sound!

 

Hounded with families out of their natural homes

through history the pattern repeats

stability is something that millions can never know

forced to be nomadic not by choice

some overcome adversity and find the good path

others it will lead to wrath!

 

It has to be said even those in theory who are born

into society’s good life stray

humans can too often be easily led the wrong way

poverty is far from misguiding

for those who have the misfortune to live that life

facing years of this strife!

 

Help is offered in different ways in these catastrophes

aid to support and give a little hope

countries involved do not seem to help their people

relying on aid from western countries

yet hatred and tribal disputes over centuries exist

and hope of peace many do resist!

 

Major nations pursue to take sides violence persists

the compassion factor ignored

corruption or greed has always been in our makeup

nothing has changed in that process

even with the unstable and endless human unrest

is there still not much to be blest?

 

I refuse to give up the belief in mankind just yet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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