My body was stricken down
Burn to ash
Unable to have a nervous breakdown
My brain begins to crash
The absence of sight envelopes me
My ears ring into a deafening silence
The abyss makes me feel free
Despite emotions turning towards violence
Flailing my limbs as I lay there
Trying to scream for release
Adjusting to being no where
Seeming to be deceased
This is a short poem that needed to be written. I awoke one night with it screaming to be let out. I hope you enjoyed it. Oh, I love zombies! If you enjoy my work please feel free to read more, heart it, leave some insights and a comment.
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Colt Henderson
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