The Muted Man
A muted man sat alone, A vacant smile upon his face, Seated in the abyss deep, With an emptiness upon his cheek. Muted colors surrounded the man, Immersed as if in a grand plan, Or maybe it was something unseen, Circumstances unforeseen. His presence diffused into the sea, Natural as a lonely winter breeze. Solitude settled deeper than deep, For I realized he did not have anyone to keep. Everyone meaningful swept away, For with him they could not stay. His mind empty of thought, A way to change the situation, he had not got. And as we pan away, He blends into the mire that engulfs him, A state some envy, A state of absolute empty. As if a grain of sand in a land of drought, Surrounded by the solitude not sought, A result of actions and karma was what he got. 'No regrets' he exclaimed in defeat, As he shuffled deeper into his seat, And time stood still, not ticked a beat. Silence he did not seek, Was in the end all he could but keep.