The Undead Poem by Robert Beksinski
The Undead
Siege, storm, obliterate
A war wages within the mind
Thunder clouds rain in its dark recesses
Uncontrollable fear and anxiety
It oozes like a slimy film
That coats the human actions
A hand reaches up out of the earth
Begging to breathe and covet life again
Exhausted from carrying the weight
Of heavy debilitating soil
And thus leaving a life rotted and putrid
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