Wolf2778

One of them

I have seen the dead walk the land...

As they stare at me...

I weep and cower as thier hands enfold me...

I stare in to their empty eyes as they look into mine...

The stench of decay upon their breath sours in my nose

They moan and weep as their shriveled skin finds their own bone...

I can feel the dead of night as they claw at my mind...

Posning my thoughts with lies

And as thier words fills my head

I look up to see

From my arms that had protected me

And all I see are ones alive...

I rejoice for I have found ones who alive they stand

Their eyes full of joy and good hope

Skin freash as that of a babe

But when yet a small mirror breaks

And I peer into the glass

I see not myself

But now I am one of the dead.....

Comments1

  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷😸

    A great poem in metaphor f the zombie n comparing the alive to the dead. Awesome freeverse style. Kudos.

    Pls do check out my poem too. I'm a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and acknowledged for it elsewhere until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.

    • Wolf2778

      Thank you



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