This Short (Apocalyptic) Poetry

December 7th, two thousand sixteen,

Let´s begin with some short poetry...

I know, I know,

¨it´s sooo not cool¨.

But hey,

stories can be written as poems, too! 

I always do this,

I always have.

But today it is different,

I write, though not glad.

It´s hard to find words

to express your feelings

while writing a poem

and enduring bone chilling screams

that echo and resonate

at most unexpected moments,

all things that do happen

while facing a zombie opponent.

Now let me tell you, 

as I finish up,

about these zombies

who just won´t give up

trying to take over the world,

humanity in it,

until all people are gone,

and with them their outwitting.

The wit of the humans

to actually fight back

while undergoing 

a zombie attack.

Because truly,

truly I say,

that this is the start

of the apocalyptic days.

The final days

in which we prove our right

of owning this land

at great sacrifice.

The freedom of man

to remain as he is,

and not have to take part

in that awful zombie bliss. 

But now, oh friend,

I have to go,

and I put down this pen

with so much sorrow,

not knowing when the next time shall be

that I write in my notebook

this short poetry.

-AZ (under the code name Naixin)