Unhappy

“They’s nothing funnier, than unhappiness.”

—Samuel Becket

In the past, zombies,

or invected, roamed Earth

creating more and more.

My parents are dead, my Mom

saved me, protected me.

Now I understand

what HE meant, THEY are dieing,

we can see it.

I can’t smell THEM,

I see THEM, when they’re not there:

Rebuild. Rebuild!

For what. Rebuild. Why? That world

is dead; the young don’t need, want it.

I unchecked my boat and drifted.

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