Invisible Man
Growing up, I never believed in fairy tales;
I understood, there were no heroes in the air.
Ghosts, goblins, giants, and ghouls never frightened me,
I knew creatures who came to life at night couldn’t be.
As a man, my view on spirits and powers changed.
I realized that I am from an elite clan
Yep. I’m the true, genuine —Invisible Man.
I discovered my talent by coincidence,
Through too many undeniable incidents.
After many manifestations of my gift,
I became invisible at the slightest shift.
Whenever I was in need, despair, or trouble
Those near could no longer hear, see, or discover,
Where I was nor perceive where I was coming from.
I accepted my status as the Chosen One.
Vanishing from the sight of men when hard times came;
Yep. I’m the true, genuine —Invisible Man.
©2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
