No recognition of me, for anger I am blushing
He just sits and stares at the flickering TV
I am trapped with him here, but I want to be free
His eyes are all red, small and shriveled in his skull
The TV blares out commercials, incredibly dullChips are shoved in his mouth hand after hand
His skin is all white and irritatingly bland
I can't stand staying here, I have to leave
Besides my rising anger I feel deep grieve
But as I get up he holds on and grabs my wrist
And of course now, there will be the twist
His hand feels as hard and heavy just like a chain
He looks deep into my eyes and just says "BRAIN"
While he looks into my eyes I feel all warm
I gave him my finger, but he takes the arm
for more zombie poetry
http://thorspoetry.blogspot.ca/2012/04/zombies.html
or
http://thorspoetry.blogspot.ca/2012/03/zombie-haiku.html
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