Mercy is gone and I guess
So is Thomas.
He tried to woo me
Like we are living in a world where the dead don't come back.
He tries to
K I S S
Me like we are lovers and not friends
The bruise he left on my shoulder and the
Cut I had made on his leg will last forever
But my kids are safe. We sleep
I'm a tree that night
I hear the yells of people
Screaming my name.
"JACKIE
JACKIE
JACKIE
JACKIe
JACKie
JACkie
JAckie
Jackie
jackie..."
They fade as I sleep I can't close my eyes
Because Mercy is crawling at my brain like
Birds towards rotting flesh.
YOU ARE READING
The Wandering Woods
PoetryHere in the wandering woods, you have no self. It's you and the trees Swaying to a melody playing in the wind. Here in The Wandering Words, you have no hope. It's just you and the UNDEAD Limping along an unknown path - Found in a diary on the...
