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.