He is there but nobody sees him He speaks but no one can hear He lives his life in confinement And no one ever comes near. To watch him He looks rather lonely He is lost that is perfectly clear. Once a child in the arms of his mother And his father would always be near. But parants don't last forever And soon they are no longer here Now thereΒ Β is nobody out there To chase away all of his fears. He walks to his flat he has no one Loneliness his only friend Is this what he really lives for With nothing to show at the end. Let's start from the very beginning It happens in this day and age Take note of this lonely stranger Invisible in so many ways.
Watched a documentary a couple of years ago about the amount Of people who live on their own it was amassing. Although this poem Is a true case of a man who really was let down by the people around Him saddly he was like being invisible in the eyes of the world. He just didn't fit in with others .