The Walking Dead

vvnrose

It’s eerie here

The cold fog lingers and the smell of death permeates the air

The scenery is vile and it’s portrayal is of destruction

Where there was once life, perhaps?

Nothing volatile remains

Just the gritty moans of agony and pain

 

Now trudging lifeless

It seems no hope is left

Just insatiable blood thirsty lust

Your limbs rotted and oblique

Reborn into death with nary an object left to seek

  • Author: vvnrose (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 31st, 2019 09:24
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  • orchidee

    I didn't know you knew 'EastEnders' so well - in this poem! lol. Putrid, hideous, walking dead, etc. heehee.
    Or some equally ghastly soap serial in your country, if you don't live in the U.K.

    • vvnrose

      Never saw Eastenders but I imagine it’s quite similar to the the equally ghastly soap in the US which is in fact entitled “The Walking Dead”. 😉

      • orchidee

        Yep, that'd be right! There was a story-line for EastEnders. It said 'Who dies in a tragedy?' I thought 'When were any of the wooden actors even alive'?! lol.

      • dusk arising

        A nice poem about post brexit U.K.?

        • vvnrose

          I do not follow brexit U.K., (being from the U.S.) therefore I cannot confirm nor deny, but perhaps it could be? Lol. Thanks for reading.



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