Mausoleum Of Living Dead Poem by Meena Iyer

Desecrated Ideals,
Floundering honor
Crumbling milestones

Down the path of life
Forever in strife
Each step,
this heart bled


Stumbling and fumbling
Confusion reigns high
numb to the very core

No one to trust,
As dreams turn to dust
Each step,
Taken in dread

Sunken eyes,
Drunken stupor
haunting smile

Long forgotten,
alive, yet internally rotten
Welcome to the damned,
This mausoleum of living dead