Reflection!

The years have gone by

often wonder where

on reflection think why

nobody there to share

nor guide me to see

there are those who care

to feel more carefree

but of life’s pitfalls aware

is there hope don’t know

can the future change

a resolute smile will show

even if it looks strange!

 

Few notice that your low

a mode of our time

hope the sadness will go

facing the rising crime

if only more could forgive

not just wanting to fight

in peace more could live

showing real foresight

who can we trust today

when supports not found

life’s harder every day

with such poverty around!

 

Easy to envy the wealthy

but there is a divide

for our sanity not healthy

have to swallow pride

a stable society has gone

uncertainty here to stay

no matter how we all long

living is a risk each day!

 

At the mercy of unseen forces!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Bench!

A time when the bench was my place to reflect

a haven of sanity in a young mind

unable to communicate thoughts kept within

not knowing what path to take

or how soon I would get out of my depression

had that blank facial expression!

 

The bench on the hill was a focal point to reach

away from the misery of home

surrounded by trees and a busy cross roads

just as my life in a daze reached

feeling there was no hope needing direction

with society had a disconnection!

 

This was over fifty years passed still remember

determination guided me to safety

avoiding the dark moments of spiraling despair

into drink and drugs addiction

found my own route away from the shady side

from life’s reality never did hide!

 

Where humans dwell misery is always too near

we should feel safe but live in fear!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Calm!

Calm the fields a deep green sky light blue

a day to be content on a troubled earth

no signs of the carnage turmoil or despair

prices still high roads at bursting point

but there was an order in all this chaos

when on a main road a large sinkhole

took the road tarmac down into a deep pit

and the bedrock with a roar did split!

 

There had been no warnings of the collapse

as traffic past the gaping hole consumed

every vehicles within its merciless vicinity

those behind braked hard so did not drop

next to the road a river also meandered

soon was part of the ever-expanding cavern

those there who witnessed it felt damned

plunging into the void certainly not planned!

 

Flesh and metal fused in acts unscheduled

some not so deep rescue was accomplished

as over earths surface it began to implode

deep beneath the oceans sink holes formed

sea levels dropped not as predicted to rise

these revelations not broadcast on any news

as the unprecedented disasters on us befell

as mind control kept the masses in a spell!

 

So much going on to hide the real agenda

most gripped in the battle for survival

none could see the reality as skies collided

with the crumbling and fragile terra firma

as talk for the search of a new planet grew

the landscape becoming unstable deformed

with the population forever growing restless

for gods guidance few now could careless!

 

A reflection on our spiritual and physical existence

or just another crazy conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Attention!

The police cruiser slowly went passed

something had caught his eye

in the murky light saw a movement

now had drawn his attention

to a large abandoned furniture store

something was amiss for sure!

 

Had he seen it not rational to him

it came through a wall

the figure vanished from his sight

had to check the scene

at first there was just his reflection

nobody needed protection!

 

Decided to head back to the patrol car

then in the window noticed

another image was close by his side

yet upon glancing around

beside himself the area was totally clear

what was going on unclear!

 

He was a logical man but this rattled him

decided to patrol on foot

though had to be careful being on his own

turning into an alley

lead to the rear of the derelict premises

could this be his nemeses!

 

It was creepy though a sceptic had to admit

every noise made him jump

in the narrow alleyway there was no escape

suddenly confronted by a this shape

that  seemed to come through the brick wall

drawing his gun as he began to fall!

 

Hitting the ground hard he fired at the object

the bullet ricocheted off a metal sign

just missing his head then he met the ground

stunned called for back up

certain he had hit the intruder in the chest

for the first time was distressed!

 

In the dark now feeling vulnerable and alone

dizzy his face really in pain

sure somebody was close by staggered forward

as a colleague came to his aid

said he had pursued an intruder but got away

what else could he say?

 

A search was made but nothing was ever found

he learnt that others had reported

ghostly shadows had appeared from nowhere

but knew the policy of the force

dealing with facts certainly not the unknown

on this knew he was alone!

 

While on sick leave delved into the paranormal

his attitude changed to the possibility

of monsters and spirits they could really exist

he had to find out what he had seen

that night his being was filled with foreboding

that him something was goading!

 

This decision he would soon regret forever!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Reflection!

Christmas celebrations now an expensive memory

new year hangovers have abated

twenty seventeen just embedded in your thoughts

world turmoil continues

without even a moment of reflection of human cost

where compassion is lost!

 

Those enthusiastic resolutions are already forgotten

salaries and work a growing issue

more food banks created as the belts become tight

yet money there for public buildings

with the brexit deadline quickly looming up ahead

filling many with a sense of dread!

 

Europe seems more divided and a new president-elect

an air of depression lingers

for most they are resigned for yet another tough year

with the added fear of attack

the trust in politicians dividing our crowded nation

there is a need for unity and cooperation!

 

Sound a familiar pattern that keeps on repeating

every country has its tribulations

people have to battle on no point in weeping

with countless social frustrations

but for us to survive there must be some hope

or as problems soar we may not cope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

The Basement!

She found it hard even finding the office block

expecting to find a modern building

several times walking by the shabby front

it had to be her first day of work

across the thresh hold did step she was late

now in a very flustered state.

 

Up to the reception desk to ask for the directions

an elderly uniformed man sat

who did not even raise his head when she spoke

telling her it was on level three

rushing to the lift pressed the button and waited

to just go home she debated!

 

When the lift arrived got in pressing the button

to take her up to the third floor

seconds passed then descended to the basement

not what she had expected

jolted to a halt the doors opened slowly revealing

a dank corridor with low ceiling

 

Heard a soft voice calling her name stepping out

taken by surprise by the sound

the lift shut and now stood all alone in a nightmare

that pleading voice guided her

amongst discarded equipment and hissing pipes

making her have increasing gripes!

 

Every shadow seemed a lunging demonic beast

now focused on a greenish hue

collided with a disused filing cabinet then a chair

saw a woman standing there

that faded into thin air only a short distance ahead

her sanity hung by a thread!

 

Now drawn into a small storage room feeling trapped

behind something scuttled passed

then in front heard a whimpering soft anguished cry

in a corner a young woman crouched

empathy filled her confused mind as she approached

as before her a beast encroached!

 

No more the poor wretched woman before her eyes

in the oppressive dim greenish light

but a hideous crouching snarling beast from hell

instinct made her turn and flee

tearing at the flesh on her legs blindly tried to run

certain her earthly life was done!

 

Weakening with every step saw an exit sign ahead

could only hope it would open

slamming against it at speed she burst through

reaching the ground floor level

falling through the fire door back in reception

standing dazed in reflection!

 

Without hesitation now quickly left this building

and down the way she had come

halting to inspect the painful wounds on her legs

but there was no marks to be seen

what had happened impossible to comprehend

petrified into the crowd did blend!

 

Those images haunted her did it really happen?

 

Never told anybody of her shortest day in a job!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

A Friends Apartment!

The surroundings of his friend’s apartment

was unfamiliar to him.

How they’d got back was a total mystery

waking up on the couch.

Needing to find the toilet for an urgent pee

but it was difficult to see.

 

No idea where the bathroom was situated

knocking into furniture.

Unable to find a light switch blundered on

at last finding the room.

Relief! Found himself staring at his reflection

in a mirror feeling rejection!

 

Then for a second an image came behind him

certain it was his friend.

Swinging around to speak nothing was there

how could he be that quick?

Now adjusted to darkness made his way back

on a table his leg did whack!

 

Sliding his hand along the wall found the switch

instantly was painfully bright.

Soon becoming alert when he saw the gory mess

and vandalised room!

Blood spattered on the floors and every wall

then on something did fall!

 

The body of a young woman he’d never met

now smeared in her blood!

Running to the hallway trying to escape

the exit door was insight.

Reaching it only to find it had been locked

his rationality rocked!

 

What was he trapped in here with he stressed

where was his elusive mate?

His breath now laboured and sweat dripped

afraid to move a muscle!

Knowing it had killed one person already

on his feet was unsteady!

 

Nearby was an old-fashioned hat stand

a wooden cane hung there.

Reaching out gripped it in his sticky hand

seeing movement nearby.

There looking at him was he guessed his mate

bloody eyes filled with hate!

 

He knew what had turned this gentle person

was not an important issue.

Hoping he had the strength to fight for his life

as the beast lunged forward.

Hitting it as hard as he could but to no avail

this act sadly did fail!

 

But the cane had snapped in two he held a stake

very long and jagged!

By luck or a higher power there was one chance

the beast came at him again!

Lowering its head he thrust it hard like a sword

praying a direct hit he’d scored!

 

An awful scream and this thing fell on top of him

he could see the cane had struck.

Piercing an eye pushing it off him he just cried

as voices and banging.

Started loudly on the still locked main front door

he was safe he felt sure.

 

But at that moment the beast rose from the floor!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Nothing So Chilling!

Only walking down an ordinary town centre

never had this experience before!

Maybe heard a tap as she sat alone at home

nothing so chilling just talking.

Chatting with friends then felt a rough tug

losing balance was it a thug?

 

Just stopping herself falling to a hard floor

each mate looked surprised!

A voice whispered in her ear ‘You Bitch’

turning nobody was that near.

Ignoring the words she simply walked on

then heard a favourite song!

 

Forgetting that moment being out fun shopping

sitting in a coffee shop.

To enjoy a chat and before starting to buy

as the drink she bought fell.

Spilling the liquid and smashing the cup

now knowing something’s up!

 

A grip on the shoulder like a strong hand

sends a tingle down the spine.

A deep laugh that nobody else can hear

makes her heart start race.

Jumping up but afraid to look behind

as the girls try to be kind.

 

Running to the toilets her neck feeling sore

she can just see deep scratches.

An image in the mirror just a quick glimpse

what’s happening who was there?

Hypersensitive to movements and sound

no alcohol had she downed!

 

Back at the table a fresh drink had been bought

sensing an entity close by.

Now more relaxed starting to have a laugh

the rest of the day went well.

Those strange events beginning to forget

an evening of fun was set.

 

Home the next morning around about six

yesterday events a memory.

Yet began to remember what had happened

with a hangover head spinning.

Dreading the thoughts was she seeing the dead

laying there alone in her bed.

 

For weeks after the fear could it happen again

never certain had it been real?

In her room stood in front of a long mirror

image of a man so clear!

A hand came out grabbing her throat

chance of an escape remote.

 

She was reported missing but never found

her parents didn’t see her leave!

The room was left untouched and closed

as the girl had carefully left it.

Nobody noticed the mirror had no reflection

surely this was poor detection!

 

None of us know what is close at hand!

 

The Foureyed Poet.