As he lay mortally wounded he reflected
on his life and love
the love that never did come his way
feelings of despair
knowing maybe she did exist somewhere
their lives never to share!
Many thoughts flashed by in split seconds
sadness became magnified
a longing in his life that was never shared
she would never know him
nor could he know her but in a dream
how cruel his fate did seem!
With that memory quietly slipped away
never in life to reach that day!
The Foureyed Poet.
In the underpass sat a hunched male figure
wrapped in an old blanket
a woollen hat pulled down over his head
beside him his precious dog
his sad eyes following those walking by
listening to his masters silent cry!
In front a small sign written in large letters
simply read please help
a chipped mug placed close to his feet
some people showed him pity
putting loose change in before moving on
never asking what was wrong!
Not until that day man and dog were gone
was it noticed the empty space
at the same moment on a lonely riverside
a dog was barking frantically
running alone along the slippery wet bank
where a body had recently sank!
A blanket laid half-submerged at the edge
definitely something was wrong
a couple ran over concerned about the dog
spotting a body drowned
another life lost where nobody really cared
yet sadness they both shared!
The Foureyed Poet.
The old guest house opened in the last century
having its share of tragedy.
A child died when wind blew down the chimney
causing flames from the fire .
Causing the presents she was opening ignite
for the family an awful sight!
At seven a young life lost but it didn’t end there
a depressed woman staying.
Was jilted by the man that she hoped to marry
committing suicide by hanging.
Here where misfortune had embedded in deep
where visitors found it hard to sleep!
Investigators spending time in this creepy building
being constructed of wood.
Picking up shadows and mists on their equipment
whispers and a child’s laugh.
Also the smell of smoke where there was no fire
and cold spots made it dire!
On the infra-red cameras they saw a small image
sounds of footsteps running.
In room nineteen a moving shadow in the corner
that seemed to be swinging!
An overwhelming sense of loneliness perceived
as if somebody had been aggrieved!
The old guest house holds these secrets to this day
bringing the curious and sceptical.
Into it’s web of sadness and forlorn depression
within the fabric of the interior!
Many have experiences others feel nothing at all
in which category would you fall?
The old guest stands in silence awaits the next visitor!
The Foureyd Poet.
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