Zombie

Days like these that make my thoughts go weak,
my brain goes numb, my face is bleak.
The dullness of the sky that is painted grey,
the clouds have become soggy , it has been raining all day.
The wind rushes forward and turns my daze into a riddle,
I don't know why I'm here, everyday concerns mean so little.
I hear the gulls crying,
a sound that is so muffled.
If any voice speaks to me it is disorganized and ruffled.
As much as myself wants to be apart of the world,
there is a side of me that does not.
I am content often not thinking at all,
my thoughts are a constant knot.

Author's Note

Kind of quickly put together and overall just a disorganized poem but I felt like writing it anyways, one of those days.

Reviews

[Invisible]

got ya

[Riley Jules]

?

[Invisible]

I was just trying to keep my reviews simple rather than go on a long tangent about my thoughts. keep it real :)

[Riley Jules]

Ok well thanks :) haha

[Invisible]

yep indeed

[Shadey Jadey]

Great write, and most definatly not disorganized.
Love how it flows :) Xxx

[Riley Jules]

Wow thank you so much :)

[Jack...]

Not as disorganized as you may think, its meaning was carried off very well. Nicely done for a quick write

[Riley Jules]

Good I was a lottle worried , thanks again ! :)