Walking Dead

Poem By Heriberto GarciaIII

Till its end,
Can never be more,
But only when it’s alone,
Can you smell its denial?
Hides from the sun,
Runs to a shaded corner,
Plays with his shadow,
Then walks away to you,
Can you smell his fears?
Reeking your path,
Reeking your mouth,
Never again to eat and swallow….again,

Comments about Walking Dead

There is no comment submitted by members.

Rating Card

0,7 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of GARCIAIII


Cradle to your chest
Rock-a-baby asleep
When you wake up,
Find me on my knees.


No one is home,
Left behind to wither,
Outside to stay alone,

Dream Pot

Mindless mind,
awake to wander
Vivid thoughts begin to slumber
Blind I see,

A Lost World

Determined to ask why,
Never let yourself die.
I know what you’re thinking,
I know what you’re saying.


Come straight to fall on my face
Pickup pieces of you and me
Remember at the end of this…lost
Sex a sensation of violence

Scarlet Letter

Light skin, soft pages
That turns when your body clenches
Soft moments, tender memories
Of your bodies sensations