The Walking Dead

I look at her in the mirror

I don’t recognize her

The once salubrious face

Is withered and faded
The gleamy eyes
Have turned bloody
It’s a cycle, they said
You cry today, laugh tomorrow

For her, today is a million years
Time heals all wounds, they said
For her, the cuts grow deeper and deeper
She doesn’t feel love
Only hatred seeps into her
A smile to hide her pain
Bloody tears when she’s alone
An obscene past
Kills her everyday
Why, she’s the walking dead.