Touch

That touch of your soft skin as we embraced

was a sensation I had forgot

the connection of care and warmth thrilling

within my being fulfilling

it was a shock to realise I had become distant

my anger so consistent.

 

My relationships had always been a disaster

an emptiness had persisted

physically abused left to suffer on my own

hostility surrounded me

feeling worthless I soon lost all self-respect

believing I was a  reject!

 

Knowing that my body was what they wanted

no kindness or love given

until that chance meeting as I contemplated

thinking of my desperation

you were the good Samaritan showed the way

saw me as a person not prey!

 

Your touch and gentle words gave me hope

to start again able to cope.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Headstone!

She knelt by the dark grey marble headstone

once again on the anniversary

of the day she’d happily buried her husband

six feet down in the ground

eight years since she had caused his demise

for a man she did despise!

 

As the widow gloated behind a false facade

the same figure watched

behind her the deceased husband stood

turning could not see him

thinking once again how good and thrilling

never suspected in this killing!

 

No idea her good life would come to an end

as supernatural forces gathered

this time he followed her to a plush car

her long dead husband was back

what had changed to allow him the power

to be here again at this hour?

 

Angry sat next to the wife who murdered him

drove back to his once home

familiar items recalling such good memories

when he actually lived here

now a ghost haunting the house he had loved

before down the stairs shoved!

 

Whether there is a heaven or a place called hell

he had prayed so very hard

from a dark pitiless limbo it changed to hope

with a new man began to argue

started by the woman who had meant so much

now he would loath to touch!

 

Thrust to the floor berating of  him was bored

scrambling to her feet ran

up those familiar stairs shouting more abuse

pursued by this enraged man

like a replay saw her violent death as she fell

her neck broken he could tell!

 

Instantly he was at peace free no longer in turmoil

a tunnel so bright he could see

Looking down at her lifeless body he passed on

but a faceless evil took her soul

Engulfing it for that overdue journey to hell

righteousness had created this spell!

 

Justice it seems had at last been done!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Tess

Deep in thought life’s adventure has begun

finding when to be serious .

And when you should be having some fun

bombarded by modern living.

Feeling the pressure laid out in front of you

who is genuine and true!

 

Forming relationships with great expectations

but Tess at your tender age.

Surely the challenges of living can be thrilling

learning how to be let down.

Your horizons are widened now you own a car

time to follow that guiding star.

 

Explore and relish each and every new sunrise

focus and enjoy the wondrous world.

Most decisions are defined by our endeavours

highs and lows part of the course.

Be determined in your destiny always smile

travel through life mile by mile.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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