zombie

I have the skills 
That normal zombies don't
No one's ever seen anything
Like it in the mist

It's not gonna help
Your agonishing escape
This moment so close
To being saved

That ending takes 
Lots of guts.

Join free now
And name a price
Up and down the sum
With which anything is bought

The franchise of the respectable
And not so respected
Captured beings like ourselves 
Now cought in a bear trap

That ending takes
Lots of guts.

If you've lost out
On a couple of victims
Why go back for them
Once they have gone?

The U G L Y outcome
Of a without you/me oblivion
The going to town 
That makes my skin crawl

That ending takes
Lots of guts.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Silent One

Date: 1/6/2024 11:59:00 AM

Your poem unfolds like a cryptic narrative, weaving a tale of skills that set the speaker apart from 'normal zombies' in the mist. The sense of mystery and urgency is palpable, creating an atmosphere of suspense and anticipation. The repetition of the line 'That ending takes lots of guts' adds a layer of ominous foreshadowing, hinting at the high stakes and courage required for what lies ahead...

Thresha Reese
Date: 1/8/2024 3:19:00 PM

Indeed... Could be it's not only my skin that it makes crawl, in the mist :-) TY for the read - made me grin.