Alone
Searching
For answers
But yet surrounded
By a wind storm of zombies
I don’t need the rays from the sun
Beating down on my soft olive skin
I crave for the storm that lies beneath
Trapped in this everyday parade of life
The deep thunder pounds away my cries
Dark clouds are the shield and armor
That I hide behind so you won’t see
Lighting strikes my vulnerability
I am alone without you
I travel
The smell of the moisture taken over the burnt air
