Zombies

• Artist: Robot Squirrel
• Description: This poem is not metaphorical at all. It is basically a simple story in poem form. I'm saying this because when I show it to people they're like
  "lol so u feel cornered by stress???"
  I say
  "Uh...how do you get this from someone being eaten by zombies? -_-;"
• Date: 12/20/2008
• Tags: zombies

Zombies
By Erin Feather

I’m walking down a road
Head down, disgrace
I see this is
A broken place

I see a man
In the small space
A statue with
A broken face

I turn to the west
I see the sun
I break into
A broken run

I reach my house
With no spare time
A broken clock
Begins to chime

The creepers creep
The crawlers crawl
They’re coming through
My broken wall

And as my eyes
Fill up with dread
They chew upon
My broken head

Comments

[XxTheNumbOnexX]

OMG WOW!!! I LOVE THIS!!! && good point...why do ppl take alot of poems metaphorically??? I switch between metaphoric and not metaphoric when I write...

[Charlie Loves Apples]

Lol. Nice description. 5/5
It's very good.

[blood_drugs_and_rock]

nice.....i love it mad

[my sweet vampire kiss]

its good,i like it