Zombiehead

Just ugh.

As I look to my left
And I look to my right
I'm afraid to say
It's day
And not yet night.

Because when the sun goes down
So too can my head
Down on a pillow
Where my thoughts can be dead.

But when I wake
My thoughts will be zombies
Loved ones, now monstrous
Reach for my brain
My body
My fun
They're hungry
And brutal
I just wish I had a thought shotgun.

Soon I will be like
The zombies in my head
Who bite
And gnaw
And rip
And shred
Ugly
And slow
And miserable
And dead.

Reviews

[Margo Seuss]

Right on!!! I love this! A poem about zombies, how brilliantly unorthodox! I love how the 'zombies' act as the thoughts that destroy us. I can completely relate to this! When I'm laying in bed at night I always seem to be the least happy with myself. A feeling likely induced by a need to sleep! We certainly cannot listen to these 'zombies!' If we do, we won't be able to push ourselves beyone our comfort zone.

I love this poem through and through! Nothing I can say will make it better! Complete original morbid splendor! Thank-you for this piece of perfection!

[T.K. Clay]

Oh wow... I wasn't expecting something like that! Thank you!