I walk amongst them, they see me not.
Is it in my head?
Maybe a passing thought.
I can see and feel.
Do these senses deceive me?
It all seems so real.
I speak but none can hear.
I offer only truth.
Nothing now seems clear.
I hear every word.
This makes no sense.
It’s become so absurd.
I smell a sweet perfume.
She must be near.
No, just a flower in bloom.
The taste of it all.
It seems so off.
My mind is in freefall.
There will be no riposte.
I am now transparent.
I have become a Ghost.