Zombie Wars


Have been having some bouts of insomnia lately…at least during one of them, I was productive and wrote this poem:



Shameful fears, imagined slights

Rise to haunt me every night.


By day, they’re buried dark and deep

By night, they rise to rob my sleep.


Zombie fears and zombie hurts

Stretch seeking fingers up through the dirt


And in their struggle to get out

Infect the air with shame and doubt.


Snatch at my heart, suck at my brain

Reliving every secret pain.


Reopening wounds with slashes deep,

They steal my dreams, they steal my sleep.


Turn solitude into being lonely

Turn “what if” into “if only”


The dark beneath my eyes, the scars

Of fighting nighttime zombie wars.



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