My Dead Mother Lied

A Poem by Into_The_Cosmos

When I was a little girl, I didn't like being alone.

My mother would lay beside me at night

And tell me “monsters aren't real”

Then leave and turn on my favorite night light.

When I ran out of the woods crying,

She would rush to my side,

Hold my hand, and say “nothing is coming to get you”

Then carry me back inside.

But I know now that it was all a lie.

Now I’m older and sit in the dark, all alone;

And hold a knife in my hands.

I’d choke a whisper,

“Why’d you have to lie” and peek through

The crack in the basement door.

They lurk through my home, trailing blood.

My mom now dead on the floor.

Monsters are dreadfully real.

I see them searching through the decaying remains,

Like they hope to find something alive.

My mother has joined them as well

Her decayed body has come back and thrives.

How I wish she hadn't lied all those years ago.

Now I tip toe through the living dead

And pretend to be one that roams.

It’s so hard to be on my own,

For all my loved ones are gone and so is my home.

It’s me against the dying world now.

Everything has come down to me.

I must fight for those who are alive out there

And finally end this dreadful killing spree.

© 2013 Into_The_Cosmos

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Wolfwind

Eh... What's there to worry about! Just a bunch zombies. Noth'n a bunch a dynamite or a flame thrower can't take care of. =)

This was good! Normally I don't read zombie stuff, but your poem was well writen and slipped it past me! lol

Part of me thinks this might be a zombiefied way of speaking out against changes in society that you don't like. Seems to me that zombies happen alot wherever there is negativity in the world.

Thanks for sharing your poetry! I liked this one!
Aaron - Wolfwind