Zombies

ZOMBIES Inanimated, staring at the screen, a little odd, and writing thoughts I've heard, the stuff of life, I write just what I mean, from out of dark, where I get every word. These things I know, but are misunderstood, and lifeless is the place you'd have to go in dealing with it, if you even could, the place where only dark will ever know. All blinded by the light of cyberspace, both deaf and dumb, and dead to life it seems, I talk to you, though you don't see my face, and I am lost somewhere among your dreams. The undertaker fit my neck too tight, and all I see is eyes that can not see, here on my moniter, both day and night more zombies and they're looking back at me. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet