Modern Zombie

Staring into space,
My mind is crowded,
A gloomy fuzziness,
Just like the weather outside,

Exhausted, sad, empty.
The walls around keep getting closer and closer,
It’s beginning to get hard to breathe.

I’ve been slaving.
Chasing after what I don’t know,
Or rather, what I think I know,
Seeking satisfaction, yet finding none.

The coffee tastes odd today,
The cold shower not cold enough,
To bring me back to life either.

I don’t want to go outside.
Outside, I’ll have to fake strength and okay-ness,
Goodness and robustness…while in truth.

All I am is a shadow of myself,
A vessel that needs care from its potter,
A traveler in need of rest.

Oh, my dear, when you look at me,
Do you see the emptiness inside

Or have I become too good at playing personas,
That even tears of pain,
Are mistaken as those of joy.