A Place

There's a place

I can call my own

where the dead chickens

keep their mouths shut  

And the zombies

cease to bleed 

Where I can

sleep

There's a place 

where I see your face

there's still color to it,

you don't fade away 

like you did 

4 years

 come today 

But this place,

it's not real 

it's the darkness of my room

the cracks in my floorboards

I can't get

inside it

Author's Note

I don't know