So Simple Poem by anthony jones

This invisible man
so torn and strewn
yearns for life with
death too soon.

He craves less ordinary
black and white stories.
If only colour was just as moreish.

Tick-tock, the clock of doom.
Chimes ring heavy and shadows loom.

He stands so small,
is he even here at all?
Camera zooms out to behind another wall.

The dark concocts another night,
a tunnel so slight,
a tunnel too tight.
They wake him from dreams of white,
the broken man, the parasite.

Don't panic.
Don't fear.
This invisible man isn't here,
he won't cry a tear.

Don't stare at what you can not see.