"The Zombie Apocalypse" a poem
These dark shadows hover over me like the night,
mistakes and regrets of the past.
The distance between us isn't far enough,
but I know this time won't last.
It will age me and weaken me
with every tick of the clock.
Til I can not age anymore,
but only decay with every tock.
Time is but an endless cycle,
even in our death it still goes on,
but perhaps we are born again,
never fully gone.
I don't remember how I got here,
only that I am here now,
All we have are memories,
that seem unreal somehow,
but dreams of the past,
a time long ago,
did it ever exist?
How can we know?
Pictures tell a thousand words,
but looks can be deceiving,
our minds play tricks on us,
they trick us into believing.
Believing that this is the world,
and this is the end,
that this is all there is to life,
this is all you get.
Is it enough,
when we're programmed to want more?
When there's a whole universe
out there to explore?
Programmed like robots,
we listen and obey,
conformed and confined
to the rules of society.
The past is real,
and in it lies our future.
The present is only leading us to
the imminent demise of our culture.
The apocalypse is already here,
we are the zombies.
Feeding on the rotting flesh
and corruption of the government body.
© Copyright NMJ 2013
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