Invisible Man

I am an Invisible Man. Known to be a ghost, and not be seen by the people, who walk the streets. I am Invisible to the naked eye. Seen only at night, I find myself the most incapable, of falling in love with the sweet Maiden, That I first laid eyes on, at the University steps. I sit in my dark room, A ghost in my own habitat. Living with my dead friends. Poe, Hemingway, Elliot, They all keep me company in my time of Invisibilty. I am Invisible to the naked eye, and she doesn't notice me. My portrait Lady, That I paint everynight in my mind. She doesn't notice me, for I am a ghost. A ghost Who does not belong in the mortal world. I am an invisible poet, who writes with invisible ink. My words are endless, but mean nothing to you, for I am an Invisible Man.