Here is the second poem, it really can be any narrative voice or anyone in the show or walking dead world, but I think mainly Rick.

What For?

It's dark, and the gloom can never die,

Neither can these lost things,

Thought they struggle and they try.

Even if they're bitten,

And scream away their life,

They only simply rise again

To be murdered with a knife-

Or gun, or hammer, or fucking stone..

And you will pray harder still.

But always will you wind up alone,

Because no one lives like this.

Not really,

But who am I to say?

And what world is there without law?

And what on earth are we living for?