Zombieland isn’t half as bad as reputation alludes
The place I have in mind is a mindless boring pit
but looking better by the day
half way there by lunch tomorrow
No more crying jags that last 2 hours
No more disappointments, no more slammed doors
No more ambushed dreams
Just a numbing inertia- driven tub of dulled
nerve endings shrouded by molasses thick apathy.
Sight dimmed by dusty cobwebs.
Ears tuned to the ordinary.
Thoughts never straying to dangerous places.
Sweet thoughts erased.
Last flicker dimmed deprived of air
choking on truth afflicted with blindness
what is real, what is imagined
matters not when all is gone forever
many painful losses should have paved the way
for this most hurtful time of all
Abandoned, lost, no more trust to give.
Cruel irony played a trick
when blindsided by a passion
never dreamed of feeling
Whimsical fates intervened
upending my ordered world
adding unanswered longings to a
newly wakened sensibility
So my friend you see that
Zombieland is meant for one like me
a perfect fit for an imperfect heart
that lost direction while seeking nothing at all.
that lost her mind to the riddles never solved
and handed her soul to a stranger.
now waiting for oblivion.
A redo from 2012