Deathly Night

This poem was written for my second book in the Time to Run series.

Pixabay photo by rauschenberger

My new novel is book 2 titled The Gathering from the Time to Run series. It will be published soon. The poem is based on the character, Lydia’s life, living in an apocalyptic world.

I look up and see the world has changed

I see the traffic gone, stopped, ravaged.

I see no one about

No one is here

Except for the Silence that lingers in the air.

I stare into the cold mist

The foggy streets

Riddled with bodies

Dead and gone

Bloodied and torn.

Life goes on for those of us

Who are alive and strong.

I grab what I can

Food, water, clothes,

To keep me adrift day-to-day in endless horror.

Hatred is another problem

It drifts in slowly like the clouds

Hovering about until darkness increases

Taking me to a hell

I cannot contrive.

At night I watch out

For anything that moves.

I gaze up at the stars

Turning my head from side-to-side

Listening to the withering wind.

I hear a hollowing sound

It’s the dead slowly moving

Corrupting people’s flesh.

Hunting, killing, and digging their teeth

Into bloodied bone.

I know I must move on

But I’m tired and fed up.

Life is mental and harrowing

I realize I must kill or be killed.

I gather my sharp sword

Flitting it into the dead man’s head.

I fight my way through the deathly scoundrels

Yielding my sword through flesh ridden skulls.

Each one wispy, crawling towards me.

Their chattering teeth opening and closing

Wanting my flesh to bite and suck

Until I am gone and no more.

But alas, I getaway

I am still alive in this world I live in.

Struggling each day in a sickening silence

Wondering if I’ll be whittled by biters’ sculling around

In this earthly ground.

©️ Denise Larkin 2020. All Rights Reserved.

Denise Larkin is the author of the Time to Run series. Book 1 The Biters is published on Amazon worldwide in Kindle format and paperback.