Walking Dead

Slipping through a crowd,
yet it feels like i am all alone.
Am i walking through a dream?
Rain drips where sun once shone.

Everything so unfamiliar,
don't know me and surely don't know you.
What has happened to my surroundings?
all of what i once substantially knew.

I am a stranger to the world i see,
unseen and unheard.
Better off staying silent,
keep my thoughts hidden;
so strange and absurd.

I lurk the streets,
empty, solely, wrapped up in my head.
No connection to this earth,
i am the walking dead.