Waking Dead

the world is fading
as im debating
the pros and cons of staying
while demons are relaying
their master's inferno call
i feel so small
like a child's rag doll
unaware of it all
as i sit in class
will this fit pass?
or will it never abate
never leave me time to re-cooperate
no time--the world is still
instead of rolling down that grassy hill
i fell and slid
getting no enjoyment, as others did.
and now--afraid of the demons that lurk
waiting to do their abominable work
i cry while walking in a crowd
voices are so loud
the hurt my head
i feel like the waking dead
alive and yet--not
this is not that which i had sought
not what i thought
but this is what is, and its a lot
a lot of pain and concealed torment
the shadows try to comfort but make no dent
for the world is fading
abstract artist's shading
God must've had fun, this time
statements pour out through my pores in rhymes
keeping a steady control on reality
has grown hard-- LET ME BE!
i scream, but none hear--i yell, but none come
i cannot see the Sun
and even if i could, it would blind
i cannot find
a way out of my head...
...i am the waking dead.

Reviews

[Vanessa Rico]

I love the effort that you put into this! A lot of poems on this site, I swear put just spit up and post it! I am enjoying your work! Send me a read request any time you put stuff up! Brilliant work!

[roy mccarthy]

i like it,
you have a good flow from top to bottom,
i like the ending a lot,
good write!

[Matthew Kult]

Creative, I like the point of view, it's a new angle. Some of the rhymes are forced, but the flow remains constant. I like the rhymes. I think it keeps the poetic feel to the story.

Regards,

Matthew

[The Analog Kid]

I like the spoken word feel to it. It does chug along nicely. The only style thing is that I prefer that "I" is always capitalized.