Iced

by The Po whet   May 28, 2016


Do you sometimes have
that sickening
nauseating feeling
that you're smelling death
whenever you visit a cemetery?
Smelling death...
and it suffocates your bravery
turning it into screaming fear ?

Do you sometimes ever feel
that freezing cold;
that creeps in the night
when you're all alone,
in your disgusting loneliness ?
that kind of cold that only cadavers
can recite to you,
in a prose
detailed to perfection?

I smell death
from within myself.
it reeks...
as does the ground beneath cemeteries ;
Swarming with corpses.

I feel frozen
from inside out ,
frosts falling from my body
...every part of me is numb.

.........every part of me is ice.

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  • 7 years ago

    by The Po whet

    Thank you Ben and Em for your comments, and sorry for getting you a little scared but yeah I think too, it's a smelly one (lol) .Thanks.

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Hi, this is a chillingly, good write.

    I've never really liked cemeteries' even if they are a peaceful place because of what they hold there. When I visit my boys grave I always feel so cold and chilled by them. I'd love never to go again but I must. I actually have imagined the smell of the corpses often and I can tell you it won't be nice.
    The last 2 stanzas are so powerful. We are all heading the same place unfortunately.

    All the best, Em

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello Moses

    A unique and.....smelly sort of a write, lol.
    This actually had me cringing by the end, so detailed was your description of these horrors.
    To be honest, I have always found graveyards to be rather peaceful places but (thanks to this poem) I doubt I shall ever look at them in quite the same way again! lol

    Take care and all the very best,
    Ben

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