Thursday, 20 February 2014

Journey Through The Inhuman World

Note: The poem takes place in a zombie post-apocalyptic scenario.

The deer comes to a halt and stoops low
To feed on the grass exposed through the thick blanket of snow
As it rises, the scintillating sun
Enlightens its prominent antlers and gentle brown fur
Suddenly, the serenity of the forest is disturbed by a thundering sound
And the deer falls down.
A young, teenage boy emerges from a thicket of trees
Holsters a large rifle onto his back with great unease
And goes to admire the kill; the bullet had precisely penetrated the heart
When he looks at the flowing blood, it splits open the mental scar of his past.

His dad and him trudge through the ruined city, having stuffed their bags with food and water
For the incoming deadly winter
Though the destruction around was too severe to withstand
He still felt secure holding his father's hand.
But suddenly their intertwined fingers part ways
Followed by a terrifying explosive sound, his father moans with pain
Clutching his heart he falls down
Removes his hand to reveal a bullet wound, horrifying and round
And gives him a forlorn look, the boy could tell what he meant, "I'm going to die, son."
But how could the boy deal with the loss of another loved one?
Both look at each other for the last time
An exchange of memories between him and the boys teary eyes
Before blood gushes out of his mouth and he falls in a heap.
The boy rushes towards his father and begins to weep
His tears falling into the puddle of streaming blood
He yells clamorously- and tugs
Like he did in the mornings, when he would wake him up
But this was one sleep that could not be undone.
The grotesque image of his dead father forever engraved in his brain.
An armed guard approaches, smoking a cigarette with a cruel smile on his face
Says into his radio: "Down one trespassing scumbag."
And that was it, the boy stands
Wipes his tears and takes out his dagger
With all the strength he can muster
With his eyes burning with inhuman rage
With the love he had for his father that turns into hate
Towards this man
He streaks forward and rams
The blade deep into the man's neck
Who gurgles sickly, down falls the cigarette
The ashes scatter, burning and blackened
Along with the guard and the boy- unconscious and heartbroken.

A month later, he sits in front of a fire under the starry sky
The embers glinting like fireflies in the night
The delicious aroma of roasting deer in the air
It was on these heavenly nights, when him and his father would come here
Away from the complications of life
And hunt until the sun went down, when they would ignite
The sweet-smelling wood that would warm
Him snuggled up to his father, away from harm.
But now, though the fire burns bright
He still feels cold, missing the warmth of his father by his side
He lays his head on the cold, rough snow
And closes his eyes to face the nightmares all alone.

The city looks more horrible than ever before
All around he sees wretched remains of the undead war
It was as if the boy had entered through the gates of Hell.
His supplies are scarce, and full of regret
Hastens toward the nearby school, where they were located
Keeping to the safe paths which his father had always taken.
On a dreary-looking wall, he spots a torn poster
He moves in closer
And realizes its a poster for a familiar zombie movie
He and his friends had found it so funny
And laughed at the dying people when they had gone to watch it before
But it wasn't funny anymore.
He begins to wonder if he really was in a movie
That the director would shout "Cut!" and he would go home happy
And hug his father like he always used to do
But sadly his wishes never did come true.
The deaths he had seen explode in his brain
Of everyone he had known, and with burning rage
Rips the poster down
The frightening, bloody, gaping zombie faces staring at him from the ground.
He hears a cry for help
And looks around the corner, rifle pressed to his chest
At a bony man being chased by zombies.
He looks closer at the menacing creatures and notices...they are humans!
Just then, the poor man stumbles to the ground and his pursuers grateful
Leap onto him and do the unthinkable
They begin to eat him alive!
They rip off chunks of his flesh, ignoring his cries
And devour them ravenously
Like animals grunt out with satisfaction hungrily
The boy grabs his stomach, struggles not to fall sick
He has never seen something as wicked as this.
The bloodthirsty cannibals rip the screaming man to shreds
But the boy was too scared to help
With the rifle in his hands trembling
He takes off running
The shrieks of the man still playing in his brain
Forever to haunt him in his nightmares.

He had always thought of the school building as sinister
After so many years, he realizes how wrong he was
Though now it was in a broken-down and atrocious state
Being confined inside had meant that he was safe
From the outside world.
His eyes fall on a ruined bus
And gasps as her face flashes in the window
He could not mistake her beauty and charming glow.
Every morning, he would be grouchy until the bus would arrive
And from the window she would flash him her captivating smile
Her face was like something from an artist's portrait
Every detail faultless and perfect
That would brighten his whole day up.
He still remembers their magical conversations
In the hallway before every class
Hoping they would forever last
But it was in the hallway that they did end
The school had been violated by the undead
Among the uproar, she worked towards him in an unnatural manner
Her lifeless eyes fixed on him, determined on murder
He knew she was dead
But his love for her drew him to help
Before she could make the final, lethal bite
A bullet sank into her brain from the side
The boy's eyes wide with shock, began screaming loudly
As a police officer guides him to safety.
The boy opens his eyes as the pain of the memories subside
And hurriedly moves towards the back of the school with fear of the approaching night.

The boy fills his bag with the supplies breathing heavily
Inside the room, dark and gloomy.
His heart leaps when he hears a chilling moan from behind him
And before he can react, he feels razor-sharp teeth sink into his skin
He cries out painfully; the red-eyed zombie bites harder
The boy pulls out his dagger
And shoves it right into its head
Cracking the skull and the zombie falls down dead.
The dazed boy stares at the wound blankly
He could feel the undead monster slowly taking control of his body
All his survival had been in vain
And now only one thing remained
With fear he cowers
As he grabs the rifle and puts it in his mouth
Places his finger on the trigger; he only had to pull it
Just pull it...but he couldn't!
He throws away the gun; ashamed of his cowardliness
And spends the brief amount of time he has left thinking about the happy memories
He feels the warmth of his father by his side return
Ending his Journey Through The Inhuman World...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Such perfection. This is brilliant. I eagerly await for your next poem.