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 death, 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 death 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 Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

lifetechnologyiambic pentameter

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