Invisible

The shadow, swallowed by the darkened corner
The below average, bringing down the curve
The dead, overshadowed by the crying mourner
The straight-laced, out done by the crazy swerve

The teardrop, melting in the scalding shower
The single note, dropped in the concert hall
The whisper, lost beneath the voice of power
The mighty tree, unheard in the forest fall

The words, overlooked for the pretty pictures
The heart, hidden behind the wretched beard
The new, stepped over for the familiar fixtures
The potential, consumed by that what’s feared

The invisible, he; no one’s cup of tea