Poem: Zombie

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Photo by Stefan Stefancik: https://www.pexels.com/photo/man-sitting-on-the-mountain-edge-91224/

Here I am, walking around in circles,
Confusion in mind, actions becoming more reckless,
I have no identity nor life,
One wrong move and all fingers point at the wife,
The mirror in front of me points out my pain,
No matter what I do it does not change a thing,
This voice, agh this loud voice,
Telling me that I have no choice,
Either I sink or swim,
Or worse sell my soul to a false King,
I am just a soulless zombie,
Yet I am clawing away at the Army,
For I see a faint light reaching to me,
Telling me to live,
So I reach out to this warmth,
And put on some clean cloth,
I walk away in solace,
For I am running away from the darkness.

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Damilola Abiola-Tikare
The Brain is a Noodle

Hi there.I am Damilola Abiola-Tikare and I am a Content Writer who is also a Digital Marketing Diva. Watch this space for more marketing content.