A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

The Invisible Man

Mining in old Appalachia,

picking into the coal stained walls

Black rubble crashes down,

suffocating the miner

Left in the tomb of the collapsed mine,

skin stained black and rotting away with time

The body all but gone,

he still wanders from Coast to Coast

An invisible man,

staring into mirrors looking for his reflection

A reflection denied to him,

as hallow as the old Appalachia mine

You might feel his presence in your lonesome,

the old miner might even try to crawl in your skin

Craving the flesh he once had,

but he’ll forever be the invisible man



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This entry was posted on March 19, 2014 by in Poetry and tagged , , , .


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