So….. I haven’t posted for a while. Somewhere along the line, I ran out of things to say. I was thinking about this the other day and decided it was time to start writing again.

With nothing else to talk about, I decided to return to poetry. I find that when I write in verse, I’m so focused on the rhymes it frees my subconscious to figure out the story as I go along.

Well, here’s the result… Enjoy!

THE SURVIVOR

I sit and watch the days crawl by,
All different all the same.
The world turns and seasons change,
I can’t recall my name.

I know I’ve heard it recently,
Perhaps twas just a dream.
I have to be so careful now,
If I wake I may scream.

If I scream then the others come,
They pound upon my door.
I make no noise scarce dare to breath,
While huddling on the floor.

I don’t recall when last I slept,
It seems so long ago.
It’s true it seems if you don’t sleep,
Your mind will start to go.

Another day its line of light,
Gleams through its tiny gap.
Perhaps I’ve slept, I’m still alive,
Here in my filthy trap.

I thought for sure it was a prank,
When I first saw the news.
I wish that I could still deny,
The awful truth refuse.

Too late the truth in rotting flesh,
Is shambling closer now.
With clumsy hands they try to claw,
Their way inside somehow.

It’s almost time to let it go,
My larder all but bare.
The truth is I am just as vile,
For how I did prepare.

They let me in but didn’t see,
The simple truth I saw.
Too little food, too many mouths,
It is a cruel law.

And as they slept, I slit their throats,
Now my reward I reap.
The food is mine and mine alone,
Now all alone I weep.

They still want food and want it now
Despite their being dead.
I slit their throats but didn’t think,
To bash them in the head.

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I hope you enjoyed this little morality play. Always remember…. As you sow, so shall you weep.

Cheers, Winston