Soldier!

He sat alone in the train compartment

it was during war-time

the soldier was on leave from the army

had witnessed the abhorrence

of warfare and his friends lives ended

their funerals attended!

 

As he sat deep in thought became aware

in the seat opposite

by the window a frail looking woman sat

weeping very quietly

gasped certain nobody else was in there

this compartment to share!

 

The light was poor as it was the black out

how cold he now felt

sound of bombs dropping in the distance

already very stressed

could only stare at his unexpected visitor

that he could not ignore!

 

There was nowhere for him to run away

a no corridor train

on this old trundling commuter train

he was stuck here

did not fancy jumping onto the line

this decided to decline!

 

But suddenly the shape distorted

the face became clear

now saw the black eyes glaring

the once human features

changed into a grotesque outline

his sanity unable to define!

 

A loud scream like a banshee wail

made him reel away

running to the left locked door

pounding the glass

as it smashed his flesh was torn

shouting as if others to warn!

 

The train slowly screeched to a halt

station staff ran to his aid

upper body lay over the broken door

they helped him out

in the carriage nobody else was there

to them an odd affair!

 

Later in hospital his wounds tended

he was unconscious

eventually when he was able to speak

nothing could he recall

but in his mind the image did remain

thought was he going insane?

 

From then on felt a vile presence near!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Silo!

The desert was flat you could never tell

that below where you stood

was a military bunker and missile silo

from a time years passed

built here on this lonely barren latitude

that had a bad attitude!

 

An everlasting reminder of mans ingenuity

negative approach to peace

of times that have gone but do still exist

creation of terror and destruction

yet for many this factor has disappeared

to die is no longer feared!

 

Thinking foolishly that all conflicts will end

is only in dreamers minds

always there simmering the spark of war

lay in wait in human culture

where somebody is ready to light the flame

so conflicts in history doth remain!

 

The silo is but one symbol of the bloody past

forever on humans the shadow cast!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Terraced House!

The couple moved into a new terraced house

one of only four erected

built in the gardens of a run down building

soon after the woman gave birth

a healthy son was born all had gone very well

nothing out of the ordinary to tell.

 

Both were doctors living in eastern Europe

living far from family homes

one morning the mum laid on her bed

her son in a cot close by

she began to feel hot a pressure on top

not able to make it stop.

 

Unable to move as pain in her head grew

like an entity trying to get in

her vision faded she could only see static

like a television with no signal!

from relaxing on the bed and feeling fine

that pain moved up the spine!

 

As it began the sensation suddenly went

and her temperature dropped

able to move she got up all seemed fine

the child was still asleep.

on her arms saw the bruises and scratches

in nasty looking patches!

 

Petrified at this spiritual violation they left

their dreams and house bereft

with fear from that day were never certain

in the house the entity did remain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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