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Monsters
These days I sleep
fitfully with a gun
beside my bed.
It was months
since I dared
venture outside.
I don't even look
out the windows
anymore...
But I can hear them
as they roam the
streets at night.
The monsters...
Those who used
to be human,
but aren't anymore.
They look just like
me, but I'm not one
of them...
At least, I hope and
fervently pray that
still is the case.
fitfully with a gun
beside my bed.
It was months
since I dared
venture outside.
I don't even look
out the windows
anymore...
But I can hear them
as they roam the
streets at night.
The monsters...
Those who used
to be human,
but aren't anymore.
They look just like
me, but I'm not one
of them...
At least, I hope and
fervently pray that
still is the case.
Published 6th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
6th Feb 2013 5:01am
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6th Feb 2013 5:02am
6th Feb 2013 6:37am
Ooo, I liked the darkness here.
Your poems always make me wonder,
and this one is no exception.
Very well written!
Your poems always make me wonder,
and this one is no exception.
Very well written!
6th Feb 2013 6:41am
I am very glad you like it! I sometimes find it easier to write poems that are more like short stories.
Anonymous
6th Feb 2013 1:42pm
Nicely written, a bit like a surrealistic tale
26th Mar 2013 3:40am
It's very interesting you chose this to be short. In my opinion, it leaves much to imagination and says "WHY?" in flashy neon letters; (such as why is it this way?, are they zombies?, who is the speaker?, what century is this?,etc). I like the cryptic aspect and how blunt it seems and the horror of 'that' measure of isolation. I also LOVE the 'mirror' facet that asks, "are they the monsters? Or am I the monster?" I really like it, if you can't tell. XD
