Me! But Part Of The Whole!

Me but a part of the whole

billions just one soul

my one passion is to write

if only for my delight

though few may ever view

to me must to be true

wanting to share what I see

love you to join me

in a very corrupt society

filled with an anxiety

constantly under a threat

of death and debt

conspiracy theories abound

millions does confound

what is the real truth of life

that fills us with strife?

 

Me just a unit of humanity

fighting for his sanity

each day a new beginning

our earth is spinning

we have always been told

most with the idea sold

this crazy society observe

myself it does unnerve

what out there should we fear

the dangers so very near

do you feel the pressure rise

as they try to demoralize

what is reality and what is not

what is the actual plot?

Me! But Part Of The Whole!

TheFoureyedPoet.

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First Visit!

Entering that nice neat new bungalow

made my hair stand on end.

Never lived in before the paint still wet

this my first visit to view.

Detached and sat at the edge of a farm

it had a certain charm.

 

The sense of foreboding as I walked in

that estate agent unperturbed.

Seemed completely focused on  her job

keen to get her commission.

For myself it was hard to finish the tour

my eyes stared at the lounge door!

 

Gazing in the hallway to me a figure stood

only for a second or two.

I blinked and it was gone from my sight

strangely then the door shut!

The woman heard the noise and smiled

saying the kitchen was newly tiled.

 

I could take no more and got outside

where it was less oppressive.

I surveyed the tranquil country scene

in the garden I saw a girl.

Then it became still a face at the window

and within depressed and low!

 

Was it a dreadful event from a time before

had taken place here?

Then I knew I could never be happy here

made my excuses and left.

Searching later the history that was written

a girl and her boyfriend were smitten.

 

On this ground had caught her man cheating

with another maiden.

In a rage she had brutally killed them both

was put on trial and hanged!

Had I tuned into their horrible demise

seeing their tortured spirits rise?

 

Or was there something more sinister at work?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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