Walking Dead Poem by Josh Alfred

There is nothing left to think,
My mind has become a cage
Essence happens to shrink
As I dither down the page.

Still I hear the silence;
An awaiting empty sound.
No more inner guidance,
Buried, center ground.

Distance from the usual.
Emotions seem bizarre.
An existence of the casual
Never knowing what you are.

People walking dead,
Reflection but a skeleton.
Are my lines are said,
My rhymes simply irrelevant.