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A/N: Though I'm not very good a writing poetry, I thought I'd try to do a short little rhyme about Dawn of the Dead. So, I know it's not the greatest thing in the world but review whatever you think about it and enjoy.
As I lay, beneath the florescent lights
Lost and alone in the darkest of nights
I feel the darkness drawing near,
trapped and surrounded by the things that I fear.
And as I lay, wrapped in the silence of night
Curled up on this mattress of white,
My clothes and hands creased with rivers of red,
It sinks in that my husband is dead.
As I lay, listening to the sounds from outside,
It also occurs to me that not once have I cried
For the husband that is no longer here,
The man that I once held so dear.
And I as I lay, the lights grow dim,
I find that all I can think of is him,
And of my own fate,
Left at the hands of the creatures I have come to hate.
As I lay, I try to cry
For myself and others and the man who has died.
But all I can do is stare ahead
At the others, who lay in their beds.
And as I lay, staring at the others,
A cop, a salesman and a soon-to-be mother,
I wonder if they've cried, or if they've coped
With our situation here, devoid of all hope.
As I lay, I try to find a way,
To wish and think and pray,
For a way to manage and to deal
Or even for the privilege to feel.
And as I lay, devoid of emotion,
I try to undercover the simple notion
Of hope and the power to go on,
When everything I know and love is gone.
As I lay here, I begin to realize
That everything I've ever known has died,
That nothing will ever again be right
And that the feeling of hope has checked out for the night.