The Walking Dead
Can this be hell?
What can I tell?
Distorting what one
Sense expansion among possible side effects
Light severs eyes with flooding lens
Ghosts trod hunchbacked in marching bend
Warning sign an angry red
Tears may shed without regret
It’s not about what others get
Fugue state alters how some stand
Caught amid processional blend
As fear surreal, can’t comprehend
What we perceive may be pretend
And it is your dream…
That needed to amend
While higher consciousness attends
No outlet taped to concrete block
Transit rumbling after shock
Their streaking frames in motion caught—
Silent nightmare scene
Watch us go by
The walking dead
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Next Sunday will be my last post for
One Stop Poetry.
I’d like to thank all of you who have supported my work and encouraged me to write my best. And special thanks to Chris G. for turning One Shoot Sunday into something great. We’re sorry to see it end. Thank you for your understanding and for sharing your amazing work with us on Sunday.
*photo by outstanding photographer Neil Alexander