Already Dead

Somber moans spill from the perishing mouths of the undead.

The summer air is hot, but the skin of the once living is as cold as winters breath.

The sun was shining bright, high up in the sky,

until a cloud came and blew out its light.

As the last survivor, I sit alone in the dark,

watching as the dead stagger by.

 

Their sunken comatose eyes stare straight ahead,

occasionally turning their heads to the side.

Like me, they too search for another person,

someone to rescue them from despair.

My red-rimmed eyes stare out into the distance,

glaring at the corpses stumbling towards me.

 

The undead flock to the building that I am on,

like i am the south to warm them from Jack Frost.

Once the door is down, they'll devour me,

it's their instinct, I know.

 

The living and the dead are alike in a way,

we search and destroy to get by.

There's nothing living left for the dead,

and everything is dying that was left for the living.

so in a way,

we doomed ourselves.

 

I stared into the eyes of a walking cadaver,

it's sunken comatose eyes looked at me.

I stared far beyond the decayed flesh,

and into the loneliness that we both held.

 

-D.H.

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this for my creative writing class. I usually make my stuff rhyme, but i wasn't allowed this time. So, i gave it a shot. Hope you like.

Reviews

[Soul Magic✯]

wow this piece is definitely very creative. the imagery was amazing and dark. you delivered this one wonderfully... i enjoyed it

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations on winning the zombieland contest!

[Sasha]

Impressive Language skills. Excellent Poem!!! Very deep and brings out a truth about mankind. Love it.