The Walking Dead
I’ve lost my dream
In the maze of reality,
In the spiraling moments of challenges
That leaves my imagination in tatters.
I feel dead inside.
I’m like a leaf traveling aimlessly
On the vehicle of hopelessness.
I’ll die, my genius unappreciated,
My bones would be buried among the common.
No gun salute would be heard,
No word would spread.
No one would mourn.
No print would report my obituary.
I’ll not be missed.
Now that I’ve lost my future
I will do jobs I hate,
I will forget what pleasure is
I will hide away like a hunchback.
I will never cry though
My fountain is dry,
I am a walking dead.