Poetry II - Success

Zombies

Not really living - Just surviving

Plodding along like an inevitable event

Feeling lost, feeling alone

A mangled heart which never beats

The poison seeping through dried veins

Rotting inside, nothing left

All I feel is pain

Daily routine, daily task

Nothing different ever lasts

A break in cycle, chaos!

But it doesn’t move me

I sit and I work. Productivity

For someone else’s glee

What is life when you’re ashamed?

What is life when you’re afraid?

What is life when order rules?

What is life when no one moves?

Zombies on a conveyer belt

Zombies in our schools

Zombies make the world go round

Zombies rule.