Tanka Time: Remorse

Posted by Petra on Monday, May 11, 2009 · 2 Comments 

I can no longer
tell what time of day it is;
I no longer sense
what is right or what is wrong.
I merely roam Blood filled streets....

Mutely I scream with
The pain of vicious death and
Repugnant decay;
Not comprehending what has
Befallen me here today....

Who am I really?
I no longer know or care.
I only know I
Don't want to be here this way;
an empty shell of remorse....

(Have you missed the first 2 installments of my ongoing Zombie Tanka? Well fear not! You can read the first installment here and the second installment here. When you are done, be sure to sign up for my RSS FEED so as not to miss the future installments guaranteed to be bloody and fun!)

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2 Responses to “Tanka Time: Remorse”
  1. Relax Max says:
    May 29, 2009 at 1:01 pm

    “Mutely I scream”?

    I remember an old movie with Rod Steiger called The Pawnbroker. His son is killed in the street. As he bent over his dead son, Rod looked up and screamed in anguish. Only no sounds came out of his mouth. A prolonged silent scream.

    I think I know what you mean. I do that sometimes. Only my mouth doesn’t even open.

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    February 28, 2010 at 10:22 pm

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