Unwelcome Occupation Comments

I know this is one of your earlier works but its still a powerful read, like others before have said, Ive been inflicted with that malignant affliction of zombiefication, in fact there are still days I feel it clawing through me, the dead weight of days rotting ambitions and lost joy sapping everything until there is nothing but a walking dead man, seeing but not feeling anything around. Whether its called depression, anxiety or being a zombie (or as I like to call it working in retail) its all the same thing, accepting what you are and who you are is the first step to finding Just living helps. You changed, you found an antidote to being a zombie that alone makes this a wonderful read, and just inspiration to continue. This isn't just a poem its a message for hope, its art and its finest.

I always thought people around me are zombies .... they're still are... one thing they talk to themselves all the time.

Wow! I think that I have not yet finished the process you have described, but I am intimately familiar with it. Many things contributed to the infection. Some so trivial that I am still not aware of them, some looming; unavoidably and monstrously large. As with many a disease, the first step to a cure is recognition and admitting that some ill has indeed taken hold. Any difference at the end of the occupation is a mutation of sorts, but I'd like to think not a total loss of the original. Another 10, Mike!