Walking Corpses
written by: Sadiya Abdulaziz
He said to me: “Some people are walking corpses. Alive but not living.”
How can you tell?
Because they’ve left the life they wished to live
To rot and ruin inside of them
They let the sights they dream about
To wither from not seeing the light of day
They killed their dreams
Before they let them breathe
They’ve locked it in
Out of fear of judgment
Until it’s all dry and hollow
The bare bones of the life they truly want
Lie in a casket of their own making.
So you see, some people have corpses
Inside of them.
Their eyes a graveyard
Their hearts a cemetry.
Am I one of them?
He smiled down at me.
That all depends
on the choices
you make
With every breath
you take.
Sadiya Abdulaziz is a Nigerian who loves art, story-telling and creativity. She runs a newsletter on Substack where she shares her reflections on life and recommendations on books and poscasts. She enjoys listening to Spoken Word and reading memoirs, poetry, mysteries and philosophical fiction.
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