Zombie

I'm half alive and yet I'm half dead

No consciousness lurks inside my head

These eyes lack any vision or clarity

These ears hear silence engulfing me

Body movements are now automated

No suicidal thoughts left contemplated

All my life force and free will disposed

No pleasure or painful emotions imposed

Awake and asleep exist one in the same

Identity absent, I will respond to a name

Ethics won't allow you to lock me away

So locked up inside myself I must stay

©S. Austin Vincoski

Weeds

 

My garden has many weeds

 

It's the one thing I can grow

 

Yes, I blame myself for this

 

You only reap what you sow

 

I didn't say that I didn't try

 

Giving what I had every day

 

The rest fell from my hand

 

Then planted where it may

 

Underground roots run deep

 

It's memories make me bleed

 

For I could not distinguish

 

A lovely flower or evil weed

 

©S. Austin Vincoski