Unseen

Unseen On a bench in this gloomy park Sits a quiet man his arms folded tight Grey hat with mittens tucked into his sides His jacket buttoned to the very top But for his breath he is invisible So long has he been in this spot He feels stiff, frozen in prose Hypnotized by the leaves’ fiery dance Lead by the icy hand with a smooth rhythm Trace the furrows on his face To their roots deep within his soul And understand the tale etched in each crease The lesson long since learned Scarred into his memories and tears Whose remaining drops have been boxed and packed away To the ignorant world he has shed none Unseen he feels relieved