I, Some Zombie

By Daryl Simons Jr.

Oh I yearn for the days of feasting.
Where are the living, I don’t want the dead.
I moan and whimper for the end of the growl,
So I go search, I’m on the prowl.

My body aches, yet I can’t feel a thing.
A limb fell off, didn’t even feel a sting.
I limped and dragged my lifeless self,
Across these lands, often along by myself.

My flesh, as it rots, it creates a scent
It is a result of nature, something I can’t prevent
My existence, or what’s left of me
Represents what’s left of me, all without saying a thing

As I slowly crumble, I grown in despair
I don’t know how became this monster, or even where
I am just another dead face in the crowd
Man, wouldn’t my parents be proud