The Mark

The Mark
by Latina

I still bear the mark upon my arm

Branded upon me against my will

Yet the memory is burned upon my mind

The memory of that dreadful day remains

If only, I had known it was to come

I would have gone a different path

Innocently, I traveled that dreadful path

Unbeknownst, it could have been my last

Yet tragedy did strike me that very day

Oh my beloved One, my life was spared

Nothing was left of thee but a lifeless shell

I was left to mourn your loss, as day by day

I rose again, as one of the living dead

No joy or peace I felt, only despair

In a Zombie like state, I remained

I continued on my endless path

Waiting for the nightmare to end

When will the nightmare end for me?



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Hi Natalia,

    Thank you for your poem! Hang in there!