Listening to the news may trigger an emotional response. In this case, a poem.
The Zombie Wife
Shattered, dry, tired, weak
broken spirit, broken will.
He stole her life, he cut her wings
Leaving her dreamless,
no soul within.
Ivy of lies,
Ring of deceit.
From it she drank
No strength, no will
No wants, no needs
To break the chains,
to feel, to dream,
A zombie wife
the nymph became.
A lonely stare, unsteady step.
A living dead
No dreams, no quest.
The Zombie Wife no tears has left,
No heart, no soul,
no blood to shed.
Empty her days,
her body carcass became.
What will it take to pump her blood?
A ray of sun, a lightning bolt?
For she has searched a withered soul,
And there she found nothing but dust.
Her only hope comes from above.
Her empty stare searching the clouds,
Her breathless lungs gasping for air,
Her shriveled heart has turned to stone,
Voiceless she screams,
Sound barrier broke.
A storm slowly brews,
lightning is seen, thunder is heard.
Tears become rain, drops of despair.
A jolting bolt strikes out her pain,
Making the dead alive again.
Photo by M.A.D.