Like a Zombie

My temper so cold! My heart so still!
I could feel the edges of my patience drill
Into the soft tendrils of my human heart,
And the pain surges as if rained by dart.
And I question myself was it enough?
To let the cold calculative patience laugh
To believe that the world was a better place,
For an icy spectacle of patient race

Where is the fire that lit my patience
The soft embers of my hearts elations,
Where is the innocense that loved to wonder,
Those sweet nothings that ceased to ponder
Where is the baby's glow that the eyes
Where is the 'angel' that would hear my cries.

Silence is what met my prayers
Silence is what would stop my fears
And i would continue my journey like a patient man
A zombie amongst the human clan.