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Feb 2020
Walking With The Dead

  In the darkness of the night
Beneath the pale moonlight
In the stillness there’s the unknown
Hear their groan their eerie moan

You think that it can’t be real
But in the warmth feel the chill
You realize your all alone
Unarmed, no gun, no knife nor stone

Your heart beats faster, you run
You begin to pray for the light of the Sun
You scream but there’s no sound
You see glowing eyes all around

You are surrounded by zombies
Your mind wants to fight but you freeze
Then strangely as you prepare to die
Something is weirdly awry

They get closer but they walk right by
Puzzled you wonder just why
You say to yourself that’s right I’m a badass
Then you see your reflection on a shard of glass

You realize you look like they do
It’s a nightmare, this can’t be true
Then your ear falls off of your head
Then you know you’re walking with the dead

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/18/2020
All rights reserved
Dedicated to all you Zombie
Walking dead lovers
Chuck Kean
Written by
Chuck Kean  62/M/Ohio
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