A is for... Adventure to Agony

I actually wrote two poems today. The double prompt from Poetic Asides is a beginning and an ending poem. So I wrote one for each.

BMW R1200GS Adventure motorcycle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Gypsy

I open the door

breathe in fresh spring air

of a new day--

My day

to take as I please.

I secure a pack to the bike,

six string on my back

no school, no job

just me and the open road.

A trip to nowhere and anywhere

to find myself.

Stop on a whim--

barter for a bed or

play for my supper,

new faces and places

shape my music.

Each day a new adventure.

No More Running

Broken Fence (Photo credit: Chrispl57)

Feral growls chase me

I duck through broken fence,

only to find more dead ahead

pouring from the house.

I turn back, but the way is blocked;

dirty torn fingernails reach through fence

tear into my flesh--

I stagger back
with my own feral scream.

Find shelter in an empty shed,

hands pressed to my gut

I sink to the floor

back bracing the door.

Tears and blood pour from me,

Infection ripping

through my veins,

the pain a constant jab…

Is this it? The end?

No more stargazing

or chocolate

or kisses.

Alone.

In agony.

With bloody fingers I clasp

the key hanging from my neck

until the teeth

dig into my skin.

The key to your heart…

I drift away,

remember our wedding day

promises of love eternal.

Horror snarls

as the door cracks

reminds me that death did us part.

I sob,

pain of body and heart

too much to bear.

Envious of the mindless moans,

the painless existence of

the once dead,

I open the door.

Welcome the horde.