The Living Dead

A poem expressing what it feels like to be so sad you become numb

The Living Dead


Unchanged
and clear
through
the murkiness,

of the world
which surrounds me.
It has been years
since I felt.

So I no longer
write you poems
of my deepest sadness,
and songs of my wrath

but I write for you
a million sonnets of indifference,
an ode to familiarity,
and haikus expressing monotony in every syllable.