28 Days
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2010

 

My eyes burn
Churn in vein
The virus is in
It has affected my brain

I go insane
I break the glass
I shatter the boundries
That have held me in the past

28 days later
I'm starving and calm
When the military comes
To lend us it's arm

I'm stuffed in a bodybag
Sent to rehab
But I'll never recover
I'm a zombie

Like any other.