The Walking Dead

I see dead people!
In the streets,
going to work,
inside trains, cars and buses;
At work.
Inside bars;
Inside houses through windows.
In the summers, when its hot,
in the winters, shivering cold,
in the silence of fall and spring mundane,
I see them walking in the rain;
I see them at night and the bright of day,
I see them crying next to graves;
I see them in parks and at the beach,
I see them in schools, trying to teach.
Blonds, brunettes and raven haired;
Lovers holding hands and making out,
brides at the alters, still in doubt;
T’ai Chi practitioners, the health conscious;
The diseased and rotting, in parking lots;
In Churches, Mosques and Temples,
problem kids and parents going mental;
I see them
in my mirror, staring back at me.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

4 thoughts on “The Walking Dead

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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