Zombie Poem by broken jar of clay
Zombie
I am a walking zombie
These drugs leave me numb
So go on and keep biting me
But i can't feel my bleeding tongue.
I move without a care for anything,
Each day the same old thing,
I can't smell the air around me,
Nor the blooming flowers of spring.
I wake up to disappointment,
I sleep hoping there's no tomorrow.
I'd rather be this numb zombie.
Than be able to feel my sorrow.
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4/23/2024 11:36:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem exploring the effects of drugs. This is an intrigueing write. An explination of numbness, the paradox of feeling numb. very interesting.10/10