Zombied

She tries
with all her might
To give it love
To bring it back to life.
The life that has escaped
From it's once bright eyes.
She sings to it
That lullaby
That she often sang
When the baby was alive.
She now looks
At the large sack
Lying silent
On the bed.
Sleeping, talking to
It's own walls
Shutting the outer world
Lost in the nostalgic file.
The baby! She misses it.
She calls other children
To come and be alive
All around her child.
She sings, she tries to talk
But no.
Nothing works on her
Dead child.
She cries
In the solitariness of her nights.
She prays deeply
To her faith, to remove
That wild effect
Out of her child.
But the kid
It is poisoned.
With the reality
Called life.
And it lives now
Zombied
Almost dead like.