everywhere around me
zombies walkin' and duckin'
glued to their little worlds
zombies 'round me are sunken
droopy eyes, screaming sleep
cheeks hollowing their way in
their posture caning in
while sadness in their face creeps
in the dawn's early light
they wake up faces in light
hand-cuffed to their worlds
fetus positioned in daylight
as the noon sun beats down
their umbrella necks burn
limping slow, like turtles
with faces in smiles and frowns
at dusk clouds turn to dust
rusting robots they eat
thy fuss and cuss and wuss
in their uncomfortable seats
the night is very young
these zombies are still awake
clinging, staring and dying
is the world they're living fake?
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the far side | poetry
Poesidon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
