Poem 1

For the  first poem I played around with writing from another person's perspective similar to what we did in class. While I was doing this I was watching the Walking Dead so I added the apocalypse element. Also if you play the song  "The Artist in the Ambulance " by the band  Thrice you'll notice that the words flow well with the songs melody.

The Artist in the Apocalypse

Late night I wake up to the sound of squeals,
Decomposed fingers  grab  at my heal
The  world goes black  before I, see an Angel hacking
Off The, head of a creature,  that was a first grade teacher
 He spills some  gas and strikes a match,
 I hope this is our final dash


Now I  lay here owing my life to a stranger
With a giant knife, who shows me how to run and fight,
Keeps me safe and  warm at night,
But then the walkers come again,
Like punishment for  an unspoken sin
Grab your bag and don’t look  back
Run until you cannot run no

More
Because I, have finally let you down,
I know, that this could be more than just
Scavenging, old,  scraps

All we know is what the survivors  unfold
All we know is what the survivors  unfold
All I know is what the elder one once told

You have to  lead not follow

Late night I wake up to the sound of squeals,
Decomposed fingers  grab  at my heal
The  world goes black  before I, see an Angel hacking
Off The, greedy hand of death and fate, allowing passage  to escape
The artist of the apocalypse, is giving me a second chance I

Know
That I will never let you down.