Anonymous
A Zombie Lives Inside Of Me
He comes and goes and noboby knowsWhen does it happen and where does it go, the happiness I used to know? I shallow breathe, hold my breath, refusing to utter shibboleths. I'm not getting better, remedies fail, I mourn a time when I was hale. The doctors and I both know what's not; neither one knows what's begot. The lab screens all say I'm fine but I know when mood crosses the line. A zombie lives inside of me, he brings hopelessness and despondency. He...