![]() One of the Walking DeadA Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere![]() The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Edgar Allan Poe![]() If I don’t feel the warmth of
the sun On a sunshiny day, If I'm too numb to feel My feet on the ground, Even when I’m stamping them Till there's a hole in the
soil,
What am I but one of the
walking dead?
Even if I don't see the
maggots wriggling In my muscles and digging
holes through my bones, Still I can't feel the loss Of the falling skin and the
melting marrow, They are but a mask to
camouflage, A harness of decay, a cape to
conceal
That I'm but one of the
walking dead.
Build me inside the wall till
I die, Deprive me the air that makes
me walk, Limping as a crumbling corpse On the rhythm of my soulless
heart, Then I'll scratch my name with
my own blood On the back side of the bricks
of that wall, Together with a curse that
holds me inside forever,
Because there's only one black
thought That chews like a raging rodent
through my darkened mind, Because I'm now one of the
walking dead, And it’s burning in my
lifeless eyes, It's the never satisfying
hunger for: 'Human flesh!'
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere 06/02/2016
© 2016 Rudi J.P. LejaeghereAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Rudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..Writing
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