by Marea E. Johnson

Created on: May 10, 2009   Last Updated: April 11, 2011

My mouth, it moves,
and the words come out
But I'm the walking dead
who's stumbling about.

My ears, they hear,
and the words come in
But I'm the walking dead
who's full of sin.

My eyes, they see,
the people around
But I'm the walking dead,
above the ground.

My arms, they move,
to and fro
But I'm the walking dead
with nowhere to go.

My legs, they walk me
here and there
but I'm the walking dead
and nobody cares.

My heart, it beats,
but it goes unheard
I'm the walking dead,
saying not a word.

My soul is bleeding,
but none can see
For I'm the walking dead
and no more is me.

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