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Not in this place

Updated on February 4, 2011

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


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      Warren Keith Hayes 7 years ago from Bryson City, North Carolina

      Thank you K. Burns Darling

      War is not a subtle place and the scars it leaves are fears, for life.

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      Kristen Burns-Darling 7 years ago from Orange County, California

      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.

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      Warren Keith Hayes 7 years ago from Bryson City, North Carolina

      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.

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      tnderhrt23 7 years ago

      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!