The spirits have spoken
I feel their souls reaching out
I sense that they are going to rise
once again
They have walked in your shadow
since the day you was born
they feel your pain
they know your name
they have come for the walking dead
Are these spirits of the liquid veriety Dave? I see people leaving the pub a few door along walking home at closing time like the walking dead.
an interesting poem approach is a little dark, but that's the power of this poem
We are walking skeletons when behave inhumanely, thoughtful write.
Beautiful poem. Something quiet different.loved reading it.
the spirits of the dead probably are walking or getting ready to rise again. A good write bringing this to our attention.
Our souls have all died a little for the poor and sick and abused.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guess most of us are like the walking dead, going through life doing the same old things over and over again. Interesting write Dave.