Shivering!

They sat shivering in the basement flat

damp and mould covered the walls

mum held her two children very tightly

trying to keep them warm and dry

no comforts her benefits had been cut

any family to her the door was shut!

 

Left home at fifteen fell for an older man

who showed kindness in the beginning

gave her a child then became ill and died

was just sixteen and for her he cared

his family rejected them to just as her own

on the streets with a baby all alone!

 

Found herself now poorly treated abused

soon realised she was pregnant again

roamed the streets until she found help

a charity cared for them until the baby

was a few months old but funds were short

the council’s assistance urgently sought!

 

Desperate feeling suicidal told had to wait

funding taken away for now try a friend

ended up here in the wretched filthy squat

cowering going rapidly out of her mind

drug users satisfied their addiction close by

drunks used it as a toilet so wanted to cry!

 

Within her had a tough will could not give up

had two babies to think about now

only had each other determined from then on

to make a better life for the three

came up from the depths of despair with hope

knew from then on could cope!

 

In the bright lights of London a family observed

a young woman frail yet was still smiling

never giving up there must be kindness around

they came over offering them support

in a culture of destitution and the welfare system

decimated had lost its humanity rhythm!

 

Months really seemed like years she wondered

in her own warm clean room

children safe both serene unaware of the plight

a short time ago found themselves in

how many there were not so fortunate still living

amongst those who were unforgiving!

 

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Iron Gates!

It was a day trip to the big city

an adventure alone

sites to see an evening show

a voice in her head

guiding the girl like navigation

to an odd destination!

 

Outside two large iron gates

found herself stood

rusting and was there alone

she see the crowds

on the main road nearby

here wondering why?

 

Being summer it was daylight

behind an empty site

used over centuries for burial

shivered saw a figure

coming quickly in her direction

no time for reflection!

 

Though a cobbled stone street

heard no sounds

now approaching saw the face

monstrous it passed

walked right through the gates

wishing she had skates!

 

Scared seemed to be cornered

more shadowy figures

coming wearing dark cloaks

close behind a hearse

a procession into her view

the panic within grew!

 

Lined up at the iron gates

as if poised waiting

deep inside had memories

drawn to the hearse

there on the name plate

for her did wait!

 

That voice was her own

here they poised

to take her back home

being long dead

was ever a restless soul

often out of control!

 

Her spirit roamed streets

possessing women

just for a very short while

before once more

laying in the graveyard

where the dead guard!

 

The lady in white a legend

was often seen

had died of a broken heart

but nobody knew

that by invading the living

a short time reliving!

 

For years it was a mystery

by the iron gates

young unconscious women

were found slumped

with memory loss perplexed

and demeanor vexed!

 

The locals do not venture near

those iron gates so austere!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Hell Cave!

Deep dank low and dark narrow tunnels

eventually led to the altar

where devil worship had been practiced

within its cold lonely interior

unspeakable deeds and sacrifices given

the one they seeked had risen!

 

This was what had been told of hell cave

carved out of the hard granite

split in chambers claustrophobic and cold

part of an evil rich mans club

women brought here as part of their fun

from the light of gods sun!

 

With many deaths spirits were trapped

unable to find that peace

the present owners would not divulge

if it was still used for the occult

on those days doors were locked tight

when only a few had an invite!

 

Several times a month ghost hunters

were freely allowed to roam

entering into an oppressive domain

to seek the tortured souls

manikin’s depicting passed events

in the void your fears it vents!

 

Looking like ghosts ready to pounce

the cave sloping downwards

narrowing as you reach the final part

where the altar is situated

in the centre of a circle used for magic

for victims the ending tragic!

 

In this atmosphere the group staying

were subjected to screams

voices around them and objects throne

high electro magnetic readings

even though the electricity was not on

the possibility of contact strong!

 

Adding to the rise and drop in temperature

making them feel unwanted

and a shape of a human seen and captured

on an infra-red still camera

were glad when dawn came and could leave

exhausted it was a reprieve!

 

As they left to check all the evidence collected

on the experiences reflected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Island Of Hell!

To the Island of hell the five now headed

visiting the long disused prison

stood ominously silent and foreboding

here to investigate the spirits

was said possessed the bricks and steel

what spectres did it conceal?

 

The deceased still walking within these walls

many witnesses had told

of threatening voices from those dead

prisoners there murdered

also several prison officers here as well

on the Island of hell!

 

Long before anything existed on the  land

native american’s  shunned it

knowing it was cursed evil roamed free

but when the prison was built

even the hardened criminals were afraid

on minds and souls evil preyed!

 

To this place the ghost investigation team came

to find out for themselves

if stories and experiences were actually true

none of these truth seekers

were disappointed at evidence perceived

without doubt believed!

 

From recorded messages to those red eyes

feeling somebody near

the moving shadow and light caught on film

in the cell when in darkness

confirming what many others had all faced

the prison had been cased!

 

Set in the busy wide river formed from granite

often shrouded in mist

the famous Golden Gate Bridge easily insight

once a fortress Alcatraz

a reminder of a once brutal and hated history

dares people to engulf the mystery!

 

One more experience none would ever forget!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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