Invisible Man Poem

I,

not by choice,

remain unseen.

I am human,

but invisible to the naked eye.

It’s not a bother,

but I sometimes cross paths

with the others.

Once,

moving through

the darkness,

an insult

and a lack of apology.

A beating,

and a running insolent boy.

Mugged,

Please.

I am invisible

trying not to awaken the

sleeping ones.

The dangers of

sleepwalkers.

The dangers of

stealing from The Man.

But,

they won’t know,

not for a while.

The Hole,

not cold or damp,

but warm:

Jack the Bear

in hibernation.

The Hole

filled with light.

Nothing brighter.