Edgar's Eerie Epistolary: Lost

Monday, September 3, 2012

Lost

I find myself wandering in the city
without haste

This is like a dream of the damned
Trudging through blood smeared streets
rotten human corpses everywhere

I curse the foul wind of the dead
The night is dark but for some moonlight

A moan in the shadows
and then I run

It sucks living in a zombie apocalypse

Inspiration

I received the Zombie magnetic poetry for a present last year. I have been a "fan" of monsters in general for many years, but as so many of them have been taken over by pop culture, it is fun to play with one of the last vestiges of my childhood that has not yet been totally corrupted. I am Eerie Edgar, named after a distant relative, Edgar Allen Poe. Now I do not claim to have nearly the skills with words as my namesake, but I look to him for inspiration. I chose to publish these poems on this site after requests had come to me to read some of the poems. To this, I had to seek the assistance of my young daughter who had been keeping them in her journal. I have been given more magnetic poetry kits since I began this journey and will continue to add to the mystery of the macabre (or whatever suits my fancy). These sets include the Basic set, Shakespeare, and Pirate poetry. I have even come across LOVE poetry (by Fridge Fun!, not Magnetic Poetry Kit who makes the rest). Will you be ready to survive the Zombie Apocalypse? Ready yourself with supplies at the bottom of the page.