I don't have the energy to be me anymore.
There are needs and concerns,
worn-out excuses
and even more pressing issues,
wearing me out from day to day.
I think I've forgotten how to be still.
How to be happy.
My to-do list is a real prick,
and then along comes all the unexpected
garbage and stress, piling up and
blitzing my barely plausible plans
to get through the day.
I feel like a zombie on edge,
one that creaks and moans and groans.
And I definitely need to
eat some brains because
mine can't remember shit anymore.
The only 'me-time' I want in a day
is just to go to bed.
I should probably consume some better joints too
as mine ache so badly that
by the time I finally get under the covers,
they hurt and I'm ready to get up again.
I want off this merry-go-round
of endless, undead f*ckery.
But I can't, so...
I'll research the healthiest brains to eat and
how to be the best zombie I can be–
ah crap, my hands just fell off.
Whatever.
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She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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I feel like I need to eat some brains as well! It really is too bad we can't eat brains to gain energy, wisdom, and determination. Really love the concept of this poem, amazing work, as always, dear friend!
Fatigue certainly can make you feel like an Zombie. Just going around just trying to do stuff but your heart is not in it completely, very relatable. Glad you found humor in it. ☺️
So glad I didn’t miss this jewel while I was away. Great poem Heather!
Ah yeah. Feel this. I'd be reaching for my Zombie machine gun and annihilating my zombie creators. 🤣 Whites of the eyes time!
I wanna share that meal with ya, even if I do have to spoon feed you due to the lack of hands thing. Just don't try eating my brain. You'd be super-fucked then.
Aw...pal...this is all too real...and you've cleverly disguised all that real anguish and stuff with hilarity. I mean...at face value it's a funny funny piece. Of course it is, you wrote it! But, yeah...it's also rather sad. Like Dharr. I hope you can get more "you time" soon or a holiday or a snowstorm or something :) If all else fails. donuts and croissants are a good substitute for brains...and steak is great too. Walnuts look like brains? You could also have haggis. Which is bloody delicious and kinda looks gross enough to pass for zombie fuel...even if it's extremely delicious. Anyway, I hope I've either put a smile on your face by the time you read this or grossed you out? Either/or is pretty well done by me. Chin up, lass. c'est bientôt une éclipse solaire, je suis sûr que certains fous pensent que si vous faites un vœu ou quelque chose comme ça quand c'est une éclipse solaire, votre fortune va changer. Soit cela, soit l’apocalypse zombie va s’accélérer !
I connected to this cause I started watching the walking dead a lot lately.
They say that happens if you do too much..., well, you know. Oh, & that you'll go blind. And yes, I can most definitely identify, lol.
I think you need a vacation, my sweet looney partner. Just to be away from all life's responsibilities. It is possible for you to have one? Is there anything in the way?
Love the ending, just when you had a plan I place all things go to shit.
Very relatable and very clever! The final lines made me laugh! Great piece, Heather!
This is the stuff that belly laughs are made of Heather! Endless undead f*ckery is flat out hilarious and a great line to boot!
Great poem and really cool picture too!
Entertaining read but it sounds like you are describing me!!!!💕❤️❤️