On Becoming Dead

A dark chiller.

Lost somewhere

deep in the shadowy Douglas Fir forest

Eerie cries echo

Red and yellow eyes

glimmer and blink

Fear is all I feel

as the mist swirls up around me

I wandered here

looking for peace

and found fear and death

cold death hands

with spider like fingers

reach for me

I stumble

falling into a darkness like the grave

am I dead?

I feel them feeding on me

draining me

but I can't see anything

but the Grim Reaper

calling to me

beckoning me

and I go across the River Styx

to the land of the Dead

but I will not be staying here

My transformation is complete

I return to the land of the living

to prey on them

to kill them

to drain them of their life

forever and ever

thus I am cursed

I know not why

but no longer do I care

for I am dead

and the dead do not cry

Reviews

[KeeD]

I felt like I was amongst the wraith world, I could see memories flashing by of a former life but memories don't matter anymore.. it was such a cool poem that I got lost in the words and read it over and over just to live through your imagination and the way it played like a live movie in my head. The imagery and idea of this poem was brilliant and the execution of it as well.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much!

[Graysin Angel]

I am a "Wraith Angel" who is the leader of the "Wraith Army". You are in our world now, but you are under our protection.

[Tina Kline]

Well, okay.

[A. Amos]

Poignant subject you picked and you wrote elegantly every single verse is true, the world need more writers like you and same time the whole world should read your work...keep up the good work. Respect!

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much!

[Goat]

This poem is so sad. It has great meaning and is well written! It is mysterious and describes death well.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks so very much!!

[Wolf's Dark Song]

A very intense chilling poem. Very well crafted with powerful images and visual tuck within it.
I found this to be impressive work.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks a lot!

[Ladysue]

Tina, you do dark and eerie so well and your imagery is fantastic..this was excellent writing..

[Tina Kline]

Thank so much. I do appreciate it.

[Coyote Song]

The restless dead. Many come back and haunt us.
An eerie and spooky poem. I enjoyed this impressive write a lot!!!

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.

[Black Cat Fever]

This is dark, beautiful and very hair raising. Great atmosphere and descriptions.
Love the low, its easy to read.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.

[Black Cat Fever]

You're welcome.

[Raymond Federle]

So beautiful and dark...this is so very, very fine Tina...wonderful! :)

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like how the imagery here described your view of the in-between...as death approaches, reaches out for us...and then finally takes us to where the next place exists...

and yes, the dead do not cry...so i suppose once we are on the ride...regrets will be shed, as well as fear of what's to come.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.