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!

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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