Zombie Poem by Karina Lakeyeva

I still remember the world full of sun
Where the angels were flying… Undone
Are all the images of the lang syne.
Everything’s lost, & it won’t be fine.
Life has been missed. So I am just a draft,
Only a draft of myself. It’s a craft –
Living & breathing; the craft is so hard.
My game is over, I’ve got the wrong card.
Wait for me, poor & tearful core
Flown from me leaving tracks of the gore.
Now the vizards’re put off – what a farse!
Can’t I break out all tie up & bars?
God, if you are –give me freedom from this!
I will exchange blood for dreams, pain for kiss.
Being a zombie with holes in mind
I’m still believing in peace that I’ll find...