PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Darkness chokes out the last rays of light.

Bringing the horrors of the night.

Scratches and scrapes, fallowed by scary cries.

Tell me to run for all I am. As I cry.

Tears of fear fall free of my eyes.

As those that run with me die.

Sounds of men chocking with blood,

As if we are running through a bloody flood.

My legs ach, my lungs burn

As I feel my body twist and reshape as I turn,

I know I was cursed, to die!

But why?

Am I forsaken to live? Am I?

Why must this curse consume me!

Why does it fill me with a new me?

Me! New feelings, new smells of fear.

While those around me die with fear.

Am I to kill them? Am I so damned?

So cursed to die, without my family.

Now I truly cry. Loosing the damn

Flooding my home in blood. I die.

But now I am living, to repent, to try.

Hear I am with the new dawn.

Listing to the cry’s of the bleeding fawn.

The sounds of crows and vultures feasting.

The cries of the dying waiting.

Waiting for the final stroke of death.

Now I must go. To the far left.

For to the right, is the rest of humanity.

Why must I leave you ask?

I must search for my sanity.



-End-