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The Walking Dead-A Sonnet Acrostic Tribute
There is an emptiness. You see no face.
Humanity. . . Wherever can it be?
Enveloped by strange silence is each place.
Whole towns have been abandoned! Finally,
A figure is approaching - a small child.
Look! Her mouth with something red seems wet.
Keep moving. This girl’s face is not so mild.
Inside a vacant house you need to get!
Now suddenly, more human forms appear.
Get far from them! They have no heart or soul.
Dead eyes will haunt your dreams. You’ll live in fear.
Eternal sickness has consumed them whole.
As twilight falls outside your door, they creep.
Do say a prayer to God, your soul to keep.
Written Aug. 19, 2016
for Tom Quigley's Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show Acrostic Poem Contest
Copyright ©
Andrea Dietrich
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