Walking Dead Poem
Please, please have mercy on me.
I have nothing to loose or win.
My back pains,
my ribs are under imputed strain.
I wonder, when do these tears stop to rain?
Though skin resistant to the sun,
picking and carrying sacks of cotton,
in the samba from January to the last season,
dawn to dawn, noon to moon
who do not get tired soon?.
Walking dead, I continue to lone.
This tiresome rat race makes me dizzy,
like a whirlwind blown matter, so have I been.
It has just been a long, long, fatigue enslavement.
Had I a choice, I stop it.
I held a dagger, I waste it.
Part by bit mutilate,
this fate, this hate.
My body is love full of torment.
Walking Dead Poem lyricsare written by ©CyrusMigadde.com. Walking Dead Poem is one of the poems in the Humanity Poems Chapter of Cyrus Migadde debut book “Dreams Mislaid – 50 Poems About Life