walking corpse
Your heart is broken
it has stopped its beating
the steady bum-bum-bum has lost its meaning
your world has stopped
but everything keeps moving
the storm inside you is no longer brewing
a walking corpse that is what you are
Your outer self is perfect, groomed to perfection
on the inside your body lacks all connection
you wake up
but you don't feel alive
a walking corpse, that is what you are
This poem is about:
Me