Not in this place
Author: W. K. Hayes
Not in this place
A group of nine people, with me being one
Found ourselves trapped in a house with no gun
Zombies lurked everywhere outside our barricade
As we hid inside frightened as they moaned in decay
One woman asked if we would be safe
Some heavyset guy replied, “Not in this place.”
“Where should we go”, she asked him nervously
“We’re safe for now”, I replied while looking out to see
A woman across the street was, forced to the ground
As her blood splattered from their mouths in a sucking sound
They did not see us or know we were there
They simply drained her of her life without a care
We remained hunkered down deep into the night
When the foolish woman screamed out in fright
The zombies had found us and fought to get in
As everyone scattered from the living room and started hiding
I found a cabinet in the kitchen and grabbed a can of scent
Then I crawled inside and locked the cabinet from within
Quickly, I sprayed the concentrated evergreen
Hoping to mask my scent from the evil, zombies
All I could do was cradle myself and quietly cry
As I listened to those, eight fight for their lives and die
I remained there listening to the gnashing of bone
Until the zombies left, leaving me all alone
It was a night I will never forget as it stays in my mind
Of death and bloodlust of the absolute unkind
But, when the sun came up the nightmare had gone away
Leaving behind a trail of death in that blood-soaked place
In time, I discovered another survivor named Kim
Who had hidden in her house before they had broke in
She showed me a picture of the family she had lost
Then, I realized war is like this in the price that it costs
Comments
AUTHORThank you K. Burns Darling
War is not a subtle place and the scars it leaves are fears, for life.
Two quotes from my father (USMC ret.) come to mind.....
"No real soldier ever wants to go to war, but war is a sometimes necessary evil." and "War is Hell." (he may have stolen that last one from Chesty Puller or Patton) In any case, I agree with tnderhrt, a very chilling piece of poetry, that I think pretty much captures the horrors of war.
- AUTHOR
This poem is a refelction of war. Of having soldiers invading a home with lights, guns and without mercy. Everyday, around the world, this happens in real life.
This is a pretty graphic, chilling piece, Keith...but then, so is war. Is it tacky to inquire if this is factual or fiction? Yikes! I hope that is not a fax paus on my part...probably is, knowing me, but inquiring minds and all that jazz...anyways, an interesting, poignant read!
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