Poetry

The Walking Dead

Awake, but asleep
Lethargic
Exhausted
From the emotions
Incessantly stabbing my flesh
Vicious ruminating
Caught in the do-loop of thought
If my mind would settle,
Then I could be at peace
Else there is mental chaos
Entropy in the headspace
I see you with unseeing eyes
I do not process you
I’m a Charlie Brown school child
Your words come at me as jibberish
I’ve ceased to live
I exist in a thick, dewey fog
I am the walking dead
Put me out of my misery

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