Zombie Poem by Ash Desrocher

Feeling undead,
like a zombie
laying in bed
watching the minutes
pass by
as I stare
blankly at the ceiling,
tears rolling down my face
thinking about what we could've been
if not for religion in our way
and thinking of the words
I would've said
if I only had the guts
to ask you
or even tell you
all my feelings
you were 100% transparent
with me,
And even I couldn't mask
how disappointed
my zombie heart was
when you found out,
what feelings I had concealed,
isolated
from you.