Zombie Or Not Zom-Bie? Poem by Lodigiana Poetess
Zombie Or Not Zom-Bie?
Eyes straining towards the horizon, feasting on desolation.
Wasteland upon wasteland.
Silence screams its presence and fixes itself in your head,
Quiescence hearing quiescence
The malodour of death pervades the toxic air filling scorched lungs,
Fetor senses fetor.
Through the stillness a sound…movement, rustling....
Softly at first……so softly..
You're not alone…thank God….you're not alone!
The sound now becomes disjointed… louder! …frantic! ! …
Somewhere close by a howl invades the stillness - tormented, unearthly
invading the depths of your ravaged soul.
You're not alone…oh please God NO…. you're not alone..
Run, hide, move, move……now… NOW! ! !
Paralysed with fear, ..legs like stone, breath rasping through a sandpaper throat,
falling to the ground crawling, stumbling, vainly scratching the dried earth...
Looking left, right, above, below, scanning for sanctuary….
Night falling quickly, daylight retreating to a saner place.
Somewhere..ANYWHERE..please now.. NOW..
You hear the sounds of the approaching enemy, crazy, rabid, raging.
The undead now command these Badlands.
It's easier to die than face the destiny of the undead,
but existence is a strong motivator, so you keep propelling that broken body,
onwards ever onwards,
keep moving, keep searching, keep living....
towards a shelter....for now,
maybe just.......... for now,
but now is enough… to survive…….
can't we leave Shakespeare out of here! ? ? Lodigiana, keep crawling, trying as you will to save your life. But, think of all the benefits death will bring. Much less strife... you will encounter, UNLESS, of course, you end up in, BUT, , I'll be there too, and 24/7, dressed to kill, we can boldly strut... , and I'd finish this but hark! , what's that I hear and more so smell? It's the Zombie Army marching towards me. I guess I'm done. Oh well. bri :)
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4/27/2024 12:12:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
2nd visit! quiscence: " inactivity or dormancy" my wife is always saying: " Bri, enough of your quiscence! Hop in bed..with ME..OR go MOW THE LAWN! ! ! " [ so, I mow ] LP, (ARE you long-playing? !) ... why did i not say to MyPoemList at last visit? now i say it: oh, i should finish reading it i guess. [A person may be turned into a zombie by being bitten by a zombie with 'zombie virus'. Look it up if you don't believe me! ! ! ] bri :)
Always good to hear from you my friend..as you know Zombies is not my usual genre but it's good to tackle new subjects i think and if you believe my husbands comments then yes I am 'Long Playing' particularly when asking him for the 10th time to fix a creaking door that has creaked for the last few years! ! ! Thanks for visiting and commenting..always appreciated..Lodigiana x