As Zombies

Foaming at the brain, we yell
we shout at the top of our lungs
Trying to be understood
knowing our frustrations have nothing to do
with the man standing in line with a furrowed brow
nothing to do with the morning traffic delay
nothing to do, and yet
everything to do
we die everyday, sleepily in our beds and
as zombies, we awake
the liquid of the night pierces our heart
and makes us drown in ourselves
more present and yet more translucent
from ourselves
falling to the floor
with hiccoughs of sad laughter that fades
along with sparkling night
and as dawn arises
we are once again in a world, seemingly
unfamiliar
shadows of ourselves,
that taunt the uncertain truths of life.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

this is interesting and mesmerizing piece, simply beautiful

[JC]

nice flow and write about the mundane of everyday life.

[En.Ki]

wish I would have read this sooner, as I have been away from the site for a bit. This is a great piece, as said before me the title caught my attention right off... I loved the flow of this and must say it is a favorite of mine from this point on. please keep it up your work is marvelous.

[DreyaArt]

thats sad

[The Winter Grey]

Where to start? The title was immediately eye-catching - after all, zombies are everywhere these days. But I think you deftly captured a profound metaphor with a subject that, in another's hands, would appear just as over-used as it always does. What you've created here is darkly compelling, full of powerful and harrowing images that truly blurs the line between what it means to be alive and undead. Consider me a fan!

[bobby]

This is my favorite of yours. Very deep with profound medifores.

[((Teenage_Poet_Loser))]

why does such pieces alway stay so unexposed? i just loved every piece of it... and i know that most people dont like the cream top and want critism to work on but i connot say anything bad! x =]