Isolation

In a world where solitude is becoming the norm, what happens to those who were always a little lonely? This is a poem to highlight isolation

Somehow there’s always those zombies deep within.

It’s an interesting pile of mud my soul.

I see molten black viscous lava. It’s not burning.

It resembles black syrup.

The Zombies are the only ones that are able to walk through.

not with ease but they’re doing it.

Mere mortals like myself we drown in its sweet toxicity.

Sometimes the sweet just hits the blood stream with raging force

the richness of it causing our insides to burn.

That’s when we wake up unwillingly.

Other days it covers over our mouths as it trickles down down and away…

Until it fills us. And you’ll rise once again…

Stronger than before… Numbed by your feelings… Drained by your enjoyments… Gleeful for their façades but all the while Dead to the people…

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