The Man as a Statue

The person who cannot feel cannot touch,
He cannot write nor make complex words as such.
Cannot feel the simplicity of a soft winter’s kiss,
He also cannot feel what he is doing whether he hurts an individual or not.
The future is that of a cold and frozen one if actions continue like this,
Past is past if actions begin to make achievements of yesterday forgotten.
Nostalgic and ever empty through the hardships of future’s anticipation,
This is how a man should be, expressionless in the face of anguish and un-moving in the agony of defeat.
With the man as a statue he lets no other’s sword cleave damage onto himself,
That would down the road never be mended by his actions.