Zombies.

Zombies.

A Poem by Cameron Miller

They ran after me with their scrawny legs,
They tore my best shirt next,
I tried to imagine they didn't exist,
So I tried to throw some punches with my fists
But they did the same,
and I broke my wrist,
I squinted my eyes and saw more in the mist,
I tried to throw more punches,
But unfortunately...I missed,
They grunted and groaned and hissed,
The amount of things they did,
I honestly could write a list.

© 2018 Cameron Miller


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Added on March 10, 2018
Last Updated on March 10, 2018