The Invisible Man

I dance
in the shadows
on my own.
I never venture
to the centre
of the room.
Grey man on the streets
always invisible,
forlorn.
Wallflower of society,
forever
alone.

I remember a time
it was never
Like this.
I remember the feeling
of acceptance
and bliss.
I remember the warmth
of a summer’s
kiss
I remember the moment
the knife drove
with a twist

Retreat into sanctuary,
my own safety
zone.
Solitude of silence,
in the comfort
of home.
This sheltered oasis,
calm and gentle
cocoon.
Safe in the refuge
of a man-made
tomb.

© Fergus Martin
May 2017
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