Walking Dead

Some people will try to tell me
that I'm dwelling in the past
but they already have their connection
so maybe they're speaking too fast

I'm not sure of what I need
or what I'm looking for
maybe I need to search within
but I can't do that anymore

The answers don't lie within my soul
they are out there waiting to be found
I need to fight these demons
that are everywhere around

Please just listen to them torment
they are squeezing out my breath
life doesn't seem worth living
when they are offering death

I'm lost somewhere in the middle
walking dead seems to be me
not sure where I've been
the future I cannot see

© Abbye

(I wrote this poem long before the TV series aired)

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