Walking Corpse (Realization)

As I walk home on this dark day
The scent of death discovers me
I walk further and further away
Just what it is I cannot see

I ignore it and keep on thinking
About the wounds within my meat
But I wonder about this scent
Yet I just keep moving my feet

I continue walking, thinking
About the scars above my skin
The scent then rediscovers me
A fleeting thought: It is within

I wave the thought just like the scent
The thought left but the scent pursued
I am already depressed so
This scent cannot change my mood

I pay no heed to this disgust
Instead I think about my past
About the things they've done to me
And yet this smell it lasts and lasts

I've walked so far I should be home
I've gone so far the scent should go
Where is its source to reach so far?
It travels when the winds don't blow

I look around the ground is bare
Nothing here that could make this smell
I have missed the most obvious
I see it and begin to yell

My own flesh is the rotting stench
I have been dead for so long now
I have become a walking corpse
I wonder why then wonder how

I must have held on for too long
I didn't deal with this in time
Guess it's time for me to give up
Pay for my unjustful crime

I guess they got me in the end
I guess they won and got the prize
At least they don't have the pleasure
Of watching my painful demise

boxofslavery
aka Lucy Furr
3-24-98 finished hours before D dumped me
Poem 46