Mistaken!

That feeling of unease persisted all day

life was good there were no problems

as he left the office heading to the bar

meeting friends for a Friday night drink

the streets busy as usual he felt safe

not noticing a car parked close behind

stepping up the pace began to unwind!

 

Never heard footsteps and a voice shout

just the sharp pain suddenly in his back

he fell face down onto the hard sidewalk

did not see nor hear the panic all around

being rushed to the emergency room

clinically in a critical condition on arrival

the assessment no chance of his survival!

 

Became another victim of mistaken identity

caught in the middle of a drugs dispute

as the streets became the battleground

a bullet removed from within his aorta

loss of blood and sever trauma he died

at this point he became aware of voices

then he could see gowned figures below

as he was rising above them so slow!

 

The patient on the operating table was him

alarms sounded as they said he was dead

found himself passing through solid floors

could see one laced trainer on a balcony

became warm and a blinding light ahead

so peaceful how contented no worries

coming ever closer wanted to be accepted

never had such a warmth or so protected!

 

But darkness came once more he was back

felt the tube in his throat could not move

so tired the sense of euphoria had faded

was soon brought out of the induced coma

informed his heart had stopped for a time

able to explain his time at heavens gate

of what he heard and saw certain it was real

now how different in himself he did feel!

 

Had he experienced deaths welcoming clatter

they did find the trainer where he indicated

now always happy to tell his story and chatter

about that day from life nearly separated!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Home!

The journey was nearly at an end

soon be home in the hills

away from the crowded township

such a familiar road

knew each camber and sharp turn

so had no worries or concern!

 

What he did not want was the rain

this was a big hazard

but the route was clear up ahead

contacted his wife

from his drive was minutes away

glad it was a Friday!

 

Began slowing down at the sharp bend

behind a shape with red eyes

that averted his thoughts momentary

into the warning sign at speed

down a steep wooded slope into a tree

just the air bag could he see!

 

Could not move nor able to comprehend

how this had transpired

began vomiting now in pain and fearful

certain there was a noise

a large shape came close by his window

his demise was very slow!

 

A frantic wife had reported him missing

hours later was discovered

also unusual scratches and foot prints

had the rescue team perplexed

marks consistent with a large creature

on no tourist guide did this feature!

 

Legends spoke of a bigfoot in the forest

hunters had reported seeing it

was this proof maybe it really existed

from then on the search persisted!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Touch

That touch of your soft skin as we embraced

was a sensation I had forgot

the connection of care and warmth thrilling

within my being fulfilling

it was a shock to realise I had become distant

my anger so consistent.

 

My relationships had always been a disaster

an emptiness had persisted

physically abused left to suffer on my own

hostility surrounded me

feeling worthless I soon lost all self-respect

believing I was a  reject!

 

Knowing that my body was what they wanted

no kindness or love given

until that chance meeting as I contemplated

thinking of my desperation

you were the good Samaritan showed the way

saw me as a person not prey!

 

Your touch and gentle words gave me hope

to start again able to cope.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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