Me drafting,
through haze,
Me roaming,
godless place.
Me feeling,
inside dead,
Me no flicker,
inside head.
Me rotting,
away my life,
Me wondering,
how me survive.
Me Zombie,
Me Zombie,
you better,
run from me.
Me not know,
what to do,
Me not belong,
among you.
No more logic,
in my eyes,
Me living,
but not alive.
Me so lonely,
Me alone,
Me continue,
aimless roam.
Me lost soul,
Me no goal,
without my core,
me not me any more.
Me Zombie,
Me Zombie,
Me have no,
place to be.
Me not sad,
Me not good,
Me not bad,
Me just dead.
Me walk,
Me roam,
Me Zombie,
forever alone.
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This is great!
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Thank you Emily! 😉
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enjoyed the use of “me”
the third stanza makes me feel like shit (as a compliment, obviously)
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Thank you very much! I’m glad it did! Haha 😀
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Awesome! Love the simplicity!
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Many thanks.
Zombies are simple creatures, aren’t they? 😉
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Quite true 🙂
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I can identify with the feeling. I like how you repeated “me” showing the damage a zombie like life, it feels like you are shouting out to someone but the person is not hearing.
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Thank you very much. I’m glad you can resonate with this piece in such a way. Thank you for this feedback, I’m always interested what others read in my lines. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Vagrant Poetry.
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Many thanks for all the reblogs Debra, I greatly appreciate it. Thanks for taking the time to take a stroll through my mind. 😉
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Wow! Powerful stuff
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Incredible creativity. Your flow is so refreshing!
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