A man poisoned by the air which fills his lungs he shrugs and smiles, yet it is not felt amongst the frigid air.
He seeks guidance and comfort without fault of his own his seeking is not seen.
For a man who walks alone feels his heart made of stone
He smiles at eyes walking past, knowing their hearts frail, and weathered.
He is seen and yet not heard to no fault of his own
The man appears content, the solace being found in himself He smiles once more and yet In its beauty he is helpless.
Chaz Casey is a junior student-athlete competing for the track and field team. He is majoring in Fitness and Wellness Management and minoring in creative writing. He has attempted writing novels, finishing two first drafts and is now branching into poetry.