Zombie

A shortie about my fav ghoul

His hands,

Icy cold, putrid and rotting,

Reach out from beyond a grave he’s cheated.

Eager for the flesh,

The warm salty blood of his brethren.

No heart beats in his breast.

Compassion as forgotten as his mind.

Sympathy, a weakness left for the living.

Exhaustion nor hunger

Famine nor pain

Sickness nor sorrow

Will ever end his single minded search.

Hunger, the sole mission of the undead.

Author's Note

I think I�ve read it too many times to be a good judge. Do you think it sounds too rushed?

Reviews

[Mokey]

So nice! This is a great new theme, when so many poems are about the usual: love, etc. It doesn't sound rushed to me, but I was hoping for more insight into the mindset of a zombie, even if that mindset is simply a lack of one. What I wanted was some contrast between zombies and the living -- like what you hinted at in the line, "compassion as forgotten as his mind." That part is very nice! I also loved the image of his hands crawling out of a grave he's cheated. Such a cool description! :) Well done.

[Stacey]

Ohh I don't think this sounds rushed at all. It sounds just as slow as the zombie would be dragging itself around looking for its next victim >:] I can picture is slowly crawling out of the grave and it is splendid hah.
I'm wondering if you meant sole, as in only, instead of "soul" though? I don't mean to sound like a grammar nazi but if you did I just wanna help you out so nobody else is confused :x

Thanks for the review, though!

[Gavin Keary]

This is really cool!! I am a HUGE fan of zombies, and this is just one more thing to put down as zombie gold!Keep it up, and thanx for the review!!

[Karen James]

Short and sweet yet you've built up the zombie nicely. I don't think this is rushed.