I have a few ideas about some poems, I get that its not everyone's thing. so, I'll post them occasionally onto this collection.

Hope you enjoy- this first one is about Beth. It goes from the initial outbreak to mid-season 4.

It means nothing

The wind, the rain, the pouring rain,

In this world, they mean nothing.

You could have been the prom queen,

A southern belle from a farm,

Your life tied up with family string.

Only boys, gossip, lies cause harm.

The tears, the screams, the pain filled shouts,

In this world, they mean nothing.

All the world rejoiced your breaths,

And seventeen years meant much.

But choice to live was seeded deeply

Under hidden, sodden luck.

The guns, the knives, that crossbow too,

In this world, they mean nothing.

Safety has been found for you,

Imprisonment for the free

With stained hands and healing wrists.

Don't be who you used to be.

The lead, the heal, the stoic man,

In this world, they mean nothing.

Your father fell at late noon

And the others well they're next.

But burning legs scream 'carry on now'-

Heart, gut, brain say nothing less.

A life, a chance, a burning dream,

In this world, they mean nothing.

Where are you now, little girl?

Lost is that soft southern belle

To murder and to misogyny.

Welcome, little girl, to hell.

Thank you for reading! xxx