The Walking Dead

Here the walking dead writes,
Wishing to be no more than a shadow,
Knowing the future, remembering the past,
Things are worse,
Will they get better?
Who knows but,
The walking dead?
Waiting for no answer,
Wanting to die now,
To feel no hardship later,
The human feeling life coming to its end,
And there's no one for human's defense
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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