The Invisible Man 16

I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and I miss her so much. The Invisible Man poems are supposed to to show the the darkness of my world, the way I felt. They are very precious to me. Thank you for reading. The Invisible Man sits on his bench in the shopping parade it is a windy day but the sun shows itself every now and then. He feels hung over today as he was drunk last evening and his mind wanders off in different directions. Again his defence mechanisms start to work and he reflects about his past. I have seen bright-eyed daises open and golden yellow buttercups across huge meadows unfold, A delicate golden shining carpet spreading across water-mead’s the finest a cloth of purest gold, White clouds scudding across watery blue skies, puffs of cotton changing their shapes as they go, Storms at a distance rumbling and rolling peels of thunder and lightning both with hail and snow, Pure white spring lambs grazing beside a crystal brook looking around and dancing in their stream, Swallows playing games flying fast and low singing with joy while the brown cows give cream, But now I have no home and this beautiful land stays in my head like a picture painted in my mind, Even in my desperate loneliness I still dream longing and searching for more dear memories to find, In my daydream there is an old road winding its way to nowhere I lean on an old gate in the lane, I dream of May time everything is being reborn the glades and the fields turn back to gold again, In my daydream I am listening to a skylark singing sweetly joined by a nightingale over my head, In my dream I am respected and good company I have friends talking and laughing enjoying life, But it is just a dream and my dreams never come true they end in tragedy and cruelty why is this? Invisible is brought back to reality when he realises someone is shouting at him for sitting on the seat he is told that the seat is for old people to sit on. Invisible tells the man there is plenty of room on the seat. The reply to that is ‘ who in their right mind wants to sit next to a smelly old dosser move now!’