Poem: Zombie
Here I am, walking around in circles,
Confusion in mind, actions becoming more reckless,
I have no identity nor life,
One wrong move and all fingers point at the wife,
The mirror in front of me points out my pain,
No matter what I do it does not change a thing,
This voice, agh this loud voice,
Telling me that I have no choice,
Either I sink or swim,
Or worse sell my soul to a false King,
I am just a soulless zombie,
Yet I am clawing away at the Army,
For I see a faint light reaching to me,
Telling me to live,
So I reach out to this warmth,
And put on some clean cloth,
I walk away in solace,
For I am running away from the darkness.