Riding Into Abbeville…

Please welcome Glenn as tonight’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Glenn’s work here:https://glenndhorne.com/

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The townsfolk gathered round about
To see why he was roaring
In pain. He slid from off his mount
And fell beneath an awning.

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The doctor noted he was sick,
So sick he wasn’t stirring:
‘I don’t know what is wrong with him,
So sick he isn’t stirring.’

The horseman grabbed the doctor’s vest
And whispered in his auras:
‘The plague, my dear doctor.’ He drew a breath;
He died that very morning.

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, Previously published in FreeXpresSion September, 2015

 

The Fall…

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The descent of the man…
Who fell from so very high…

Now lives the life of a stranger…
The direct result of his lies…

A shadow of his former self…
All he knew now lies in tatters…

Barely clinging onto his sanity…
He’s lost everything that matters…

Unable to go back and rectify…
Those damaging past mistakes…

Which cast a long dark shadow…
And make his flawed heart ache…

Reminding him on a daily basis…
Of the decisions that he made…

That when in need of self-control…
His moral compass began to fade…

When the thrill of that chase…
Became a high speed adventure…

In believing he was untouchable…
Higher and higher he did venture…

Lost in moments of sweet seduction…
A feeling of total invincibility…

Ignoring the guidance he was given…
Believing his deeds had invisibility…

Never giving a second thought…
To the consequences of his actions…

Just basking in the searing heat…
Of those late, late night distractions…

Where sinful demons led the way…
While lust danced with his mind…

He drank in every single second…
As his soul became consigned…

But as it all started to unravel…
As cracks quickly  began to appear…

He became backed into a corner…
With nowhere to hide or disappear…

As that sudden guilt realisation…
Overcame him much, much too late…

And everything else that followed…
Was a glass of Karma, mixed with Fate…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Avalanche” Covered by Nick Cave

Unforgiven…

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The little bird glides…
Upon broken wings…

Burdened by pain…
And unable to sing…

Not able to focus…
On the world around…

Her ears are deaf…
Can’t hear a sound…

Consumed by the black…
That covers her eyes…

Distorts all her senses…
She’s blind as she flies…

Into the huge storm…
That rages ahead…

Battling her demons…
Who want her dead…

Struggling to find…
A sanctuary shelter…

A safe place to land…
Someone to help her…

To tend her wounds…
See her though the night…

Ease all her worries…
Listen to her plight…

Someone she can trust…
With her inner fears…

Hold her so very tight…
And dry all her tears…

Instead she is left…
So cold and alone…

Far far away from…
Where she called home…

And the one she left…
Who broke her heart…

Leaving her needing…
To make a fresh start…

Where she can begin…
To rebuild and live…

As she’ll never go back…
And she’ll never forgive…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “We No Who U R” by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

Eye Will Not Cry – Update…

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Cheers

J

Pointless…

gnas

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What is the point….
What is the purpose…

Day after day…
This feels like a circus…

With minimal laughter…
But a host of clowns…

Life just drags on…
Little joy to be found…

Taking each small step…
In hopeless mental agony…

Beginning each tedious day…
Upon bended knee…

Feeling the pressure…
Buckling under the stain…

Where is the benefit…
Just what do we gain…

What is the mission…
And where is the plan…

Is this the result of Karma…
Or are we hit by the man…

Who sits upon high…
Carefully watching the world…

Spinning faster and faster…
Into a blue and green blur…

Enjoying our pain…
Smiling as we suffer…

As we cheat and we lie…
Try to kill one another…

With bombs and with knives…
A real and physical death…

Or with words and actions…
That mentally steal our breath…

Leaving us pleading…
Praying to versions of God…

That a saviour will come…
Jettison our escape pod…

But until that moment…
Life drags on and on…

And each distant sunset…
Initiates depression’s dark dawn…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Push the Sky Away” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Mermaids…

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Holding on to that moment…
Where everything was so calm…

Floating on the ocean breeze…
Far away from any harm…

Chasing double rainbows…
And searching for Mermaids…

Hoping they drag him under…
Seducing him under the waves…

Where demons cannot find him…
And his tormentors have no power…

Where dark spells are impotent…
Even in the midnight hour…

And his soul can be healed…
Given some time and space…

To be able to forgive himself…
Instead of languishing in disgrace…

At all the thoughts and deeds…
That weigh heavy on his mind…

From the insanity of distraction…
To words spoken, so very unkind…

Removing all the dark images…
That constantly flood his head…

And just for one single moment…
Be able to forgive and to forget…

But Mermaids cannot save him…
The Mermaids don’t fucking exist…

They don’t appear in reality…
Unlike the painful scar on his wrist…

As the power of his demons…
Are too much to overcome…

When even in that calm moment…
He fears that the Devil has won…

As it’s too late to find redemption…
And too late to turn back now…

Because even if he wanted to…
He simply wouldn’t know how…

But sealed inside that moment…
It’s so peaceful and so calm…

Where reality is so far away…
And he’s protected from any harm…

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Hung…

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Sat in the woods…
Under a big oak tree…

The knotted rope hanging…
His mental state is uneasy…

Whilst the quiet wind whispers…
And tree branches wave…

The warm sunshine glistens…
In a last attempt to save…

As he gazes in wonder…
Of the awe inspiring beauty…

The simplicity of this life…
As the bees go about their duty…

And the contrast it paints…
With his bitter time on earth…

Filled with pain and anger…
Subjected to so much hurt…

That rained down upon him…
In a relentless shit storm…

The never ending trauma…
From the day he was born…

But as flashbacks consume him…
The decision’s already made…

And in this open theatre…
His last act will be played…

Where no one will bear witness…
And no one will see…

This decent into madness…
His final brush with insanity…

Or watch as he climbs…
And edge out onto the limb…

With his mind in isolation…
The darkness will soon win…

Overcoming his fragile psyche…
Taking his ravaged soul…

Dragged along by the voices…
That remain in full control…

And as rope burns neck…
He takes a deep, sad breath…

Offers up his final prayer…
And steps off to his death…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “O’Children” by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds