Heriberto GarciaIII

Walking Dead - Poem by Heriberto GarciaIII

Till its end,
Can never be more,
But only when it’s alone,
Can you smell its denial?
Hides from the sun,
Runs to a shaded corner,
Plays with his shadow,
Then walks away to you,
Can you smell his fears?
Reeking your path,
Reeking your mouth,
Never again to eat and swallow….again,

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 22, 2005

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