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My roomy
believes zombies
might rise
and overthrow
us
He even showed me
his zombie
survival
kit
Hell, if he
is right
he'll be the
best
and most
likely
to survive
Me?
I had a dream
I was a zombie
once
I climbed
trees
like no other
No one expects
a zombie in a tree
I told my roomy
So you better watch out
I might not last
I very well
might be the
first to go
but you'd never expect
a zombie
in a tree
and that's why
I'm that much
smarter
than the rest!
I used to envy
the way you made words
so very pretty
I thought it was
natural talent
something which
I never really
had
not with writing
at least
I used to wish
I could be
just like you
when you made
each word sing
with so much
emotion
I used to hate
myself
for not being
able to speak
or sing
with words
as sweetly as
you
until one day
I realized
a blind man
can easily describe
something he has
never seen
or get around
with directions
but only those
who are able to see
can easily find
a light
in an unfamiliar
room
and thankfully
I tend to go about
with my eyes
wide open
I want to
play a game
to pass the
time
I want to
read a book
attempt a
journey
to a different
place
I want to
exercise
in hopes
that maybe
I would like
this face
I want to
talk to people
make friends
have them over
feel connected
yet
most the time
I find myself
wanting
more and more
to not feel
so adrift
and unsatisfied
with all my
wants
while only feeling
peace in what
I write
3 am
and I'm
not wanting
sleep
instead I'm
wanting
something
that feels
meaningful
unfortunately
for me
everything feels so
meaningless at
3 am
when the day
has already
slipped away
Here I sit
cursing the heavens
at
idiots
who cannot
will not
cooperate
we are losing
a battle
which is
fought
every 30
minutes
or so
all the while
she stirs
and grumbles
something about
coming to bed
it's late
and I'm up
and i hastily reply
within the hour
soon soon
I will shortly
I'm trying to get
these
idiots
to organize
she grumbles
and I barely catch
an insult
about me
being the biggest
one of them all
and it hits me
with a bitter
taste
I'm the biggest
idiot
of them all
when I am here
with all these other
lonely men
while you are
there
and we are not
where I wish
we could be
wrapped around
each other
The worst part
is understanding
what makes a good
poet
and what makes a great
poem
while at the same time
realizing
you aren't there
not yet
I've now
Worked my way
Into greeting
Every sunrise
And sleeping
The Day away
Only to be filled
With gloomy nights
Trying to understand
What all these
Writers really
Had to say
I've now
Given up so much
Of what I thought
I needed
So that I could
Obtain a glimpse
Of what these
Dead writers
Had to say
About how
Everything
Really should
Be arranged
I've now
Spent every single
Sleepless night
alone
With soda
Poor food
And exhaustion
And realized
That this
My endless pursuit
Is more joyful
Than most
Will ever know
