Jeff W. Watson Poet Haiku

I, Zombie, Part Ix: the Returning

Here I go again
Dancing the Monster’s fancy
Until the curtain

Final curtain call
Chancing all my sanity
Final curtain fall

I went off my meds
Let the Monster out instead
To control my head

Daemon’s back as well
He tells me drinking is swell
As far as I’ll tell

“Five o’clock somewhere”
Daemon whispers in my ear
I unchain him there

Inside this old box
This rude cube contains my brains
Chained and bound with locks

I know not myself
This thing becoming again
I’m damned; I’m in hell

Feeds on what it needs
The killer; the strangler
Of good thoughts and deeds

The mind re-succumbs
Becomes the Doppelganger
Bereft of life, numb

Zombie I've become
Again, like the living dead
Acting, not thinking

All willpower’s lost
Price paid, but greater the cost
Wind swept; tempest tossed

Back on the dread-mill
Mind rerunning the race lost…
Can’t keep my head still

The revisiting
Monster back on the attack
Nothing kills this thing

Daemon’s there as well
Rejoining the dance macabre
Going back to hell

Sinister turning
Echoes the words, “We are back”
Can’t stop returning…

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