Zombie
Glorified
And sought after
Dead and brain seeking
What if we are the zombies
Stuck in routine
Mundane
With no sense of freedom
So numb and bitter
From life experiences
Trapped in the dark
Fighting the battles in our minds that weigh us down
Creating havoc
In even the smallest of forms
Is there a way out
Is there a cure
An ending to self misery
Or grasp of light
In even the slightest sparkle
Glimmering in the slightest corner of the eye
Or is it just an addiction
Where it feels like as if all is fading away
Six feet under
Covered in dirt and mud
Have we become the zombies
Overwhelmed by heaviness
Like a fog
So dense that you can't even see your own hand in front of your face
And all that is left
Is waiting for it to clear
To be washed away
In a calming storm
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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