The dirt is fresh beneath the fingernails
And I cannot deny
I tried to bury them in shallow graves
But they refuse to die
I must have crafted some immortal strains
And grafted in the cells
Of something stronger than the common things
We hold within ourselves
Now it appears my current company
Is not about to leave
And all the feelings that are haunting me
Will not be put to sleep
So, in the doorway of my heart, I halt
Unmoving where I stand
I hear them clawing out to find me
With the shovel in my hand
And maybe I should be ashamed to think
I tried to put them down
But I am fighting for my life tonight
Against the hollow sound
Of all the beauty I believed in once
Before I found it dead
I hear the memories of lovely things
Like zombies in my head
The empty graveyard of my passion aches
With graves I cannot fill
They rise and follow me to bed at night
Despite my pleading will
So I suppose I will not bury them
At least, no more today
For I am far too tired-handed now
To lift this weighted spade
vampireweather 
the feeling of resignation is a bitch….I’m feeling weighed down myself, resigning from the pain, if only temp or fake.
“I hear the memories of lovely things
Like zombies in my head”
I can relate to that feeting moments of hope…I hear ya VW. Sorry for the malncholy musings 😦
Thank you Bella. It seems about time for me to concoct something positive again. But until then…
Thanks for enduring my dark moods 🙂
melancholy*
My heart heaves a heavy sigh to the sorrow in these words. I have felt such sorrow before, but you have put it into such eloquent words.
It deserves better. It is quite a magnificent and immense sort of sorrow that I hardly know how to do justice to. Thank you jaded 🙂
“I must have crafted some immortal strains
And grafted in the cells”..yup we all have somewhere and like a shadow now they follow us…one of those days one of those weights.
beautiful work
Yes indeed. We all have our zombies I’m sure 🙂 thank you!
ghosts,zombies,heartbreak,life.
this yet another writing/expression of feelings that I relate to and feel deep within.Thank you
Thank you deeply, my friend. Life has trained me in the art of horror 😉
“And maybe I should be ashamed to think
I tried to put them down
But I am fighting for my life tonight”
I have felt this way many times.
Thank you for posting. It helps me feel less alone in fight
You are never alone in your fight. Never. Thank you for the support 🙂
Amazing poem – I think most everyone can resonate with this, from some past (or present) time in their lives. It certainly hits a chord! Well written – I do love your style. 🙂
My deepest gratitude to you Betty. From someone of your experience and skill the words mean a lot 🙂
You have a very beautiful style of penning your thoughts. It is exquisite.
Thank you so much! I appreciate the lovely compliment
This whole part truly moves me…
And maybe I should be ashamed to think
I tried to put them down
But I am fighting for my life tonight
Against the hollow sound
Of all the beauty I believed in once
Before I found it dead
I hear the memories of lovely things
Like zombies in my head
ah, it’s lesen what I feel now…
Thank you my friend. I am glad to hear your thoughts
Very, very intriguing. And I like your rhyme very much. The image of dirt under fingernails got me a lot. And weighted spade – I liked that a lot.
A really excellent poem.
So kind of you, words 🙂 glad to see you back!
Me thinks these creatures are your worries , I sometimes have the same problems too. No matter where you go they always follow you. II love the poem. xx
Thank you Willow 🙂
I definitely know how that goes. It’s nice to read something that I feel I could have written if only I know how to use the words how you do.
You do quite well with words. I am always happy when you take the time to post poetry here. Thank you very much, muse! Perhaps I will read some from you again soon 😉
VW,
I love your work and this poem in particular! What really captures me, is that you ‘do’ dark so well. Your words portray an exquisite description and you give such life to the metaphors. Simply brilliant 🙂
You are too kind. I know “dark” better than anything else at the moment. I am so thankful you found my work and take the time to read and comment
That makes two of us who are thankful! In my opinion you make the darkness alluring because you express it in such a beautiful way… 🙂
Vampires always seem to have that allure and the ability to decorate the deadly in a way that belies the sinister sting of death. If I cannot dispel the curses, I suppose I can at least ornament them and call them “expression”, right? Thank you very much 🙂
Wow, maybe you already have things going, but you could really consider writing books or for the movie industry. That’s my opinion anyway.
Nice work as always
That is an incredible compliment Scott. I wouldn’t know where to begin. I have never really considered using my writing for anything, as I have no formal training or proper understanding of the art. It sounds like an intriguing ambition though
Wonderful rhyming, word flow and expression of what most everyone experiences in their lives…Your poetry is absolutely amazing! 🙂
Wow, thank you my friend. That is a wonderful compliment
I admire that you chose a shallow grave my friend.
I never have the energy for the full 6 feet 😉
An infinite weariness; a snapshot preserved to re-examine in better light and brighter days to come. 🙂
I like the sound of that…”brighter days to come”
Thank you Ben
Just another pov to take on it. 🙂
This was really really, well excuted, the
rhymes made it sound cool when read
aloud.
Sometimes I feel like a zombie myself,
driven to toil endlessly at the command
of some dark wizard, in exchange for
the dubious gift of life.
I wrote a flash fiction about a more old
school zombie – a man cursed to centuries
of menial labor.
click this if you want to meet Sam.
http://rastelly.com/2011/09/21/fictions-depictions-a-model-employee/
Thanks I will check that out 🙂
How ghoulishly told my wickedly fine friend,
I think that you have been spending too much
time in my dark world Vampire Weather 🙂
But with this masterpiece it is not a bad idea
and I look forward to many more of these fine
additions to your Space, indeed with quality
such as this clearly is it will be a feast 🙂
Androgoth
Well, if your influence is at all present then you should expect nothing less than darkness 😉
Always happy to see you in my realm, androgoth! Thank you for the kind words!
Yep, challenging to bury unwanted feelings — best to embrace them and make them cherised ones! 😉
Lovely written poem — love the rhyme and meter!
Someday, my friend…I hope 🙂