THE WALKING DEAD

In streets once filled with life and sound,
Now echoes only emptiness around.
The walking dead, with feet that stray,
Search for a purpose, night and day.

Their eyes, once bright with hope and cheer,
Now dimly shine, with nothing left to fear.
Their hearts, once full of love and light,
Now beat with emptiness, and endless night.

They shuffle on, with feet that drag,
Their souls, long lost, in a world...