The Road!

Road surface was breaking up poor maintenance

along the verges much debris

where there had been many road traffic accidents

as cars passed at high-speed

with no thought of the danger that lurked ahead

where there had been many dead!

 

Sure they were protected in their metal boxes

immune from dying or injury

surrounded by safety features they charge

everything outside was unreal

the electronics efficiently executed control

but onboard computers with no soul!

 

As the surface crumbled tyres compensated

trying hard yet failing to grip

potholes evermore forming as roads failed

councils bleating they had no money

yet motorists paying large sums in fuel duty

and taxes bringing in lots of booty!

 

This is then diverted into many other projects

policing has today rapidly declined

as cars often chosen as modes of transport

increasingly used as weapons

for some they are their prefered killing machine

this disregard for life obscene!

 

Without a license insurance and any conscience

drive after drinking and drug taking

teenager racers to charge at high-speed for fun

thinking they are invincible to dying

too often in tragic circumstances lives are lost

futures hopes and dreams tossed!

 

Many drive reflecting on their attitude to life!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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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.

 

 

 

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