Zombie

When you feel like fear of losing something in your life is crawling under your skin, instead of blood you feel rushing of some kind of poison through your veins, no matter how much you want to get rid of demons who haunt you everywhere you just can’t, your tears become painfully hot like thousands flames of fire, every breath of you makes scar on your broke soul, there’s nothing left in this world and life for you and you become a living breathing zombie for whom this world means nothing

Not a Poem VI

Under the veil of darkness

She hid her tears

a lonely life was her only fear

all she wanted his arms to hold

who was imprinted in her soul…