The Everyday Zombie

By: Hannah Jenkins

How do some falsely proclaim to

lie down to sleep in prayer, with a
right heart and mind.

And yet they arise with anger and
strife. Storming with hatred, even
though the sun is bright and shining.
Their soul is black as night.

Disappointment of the mind, built up
over time. And turned to frustration,
which grew to anger, finally becoming

Over process of time, the hatred beats
you down. Eventually it burns a hole into
the middle of your chest. And it's all
over before you know it. Life is over, and
you didn't really live. You walked around
dead inside. You were the everyday zombie.