Poems With A Dark Side

There were images the grey man could not see
Did not want to see in all probability

Walking by the glass doors and windows of modern stores
No warmth of being within their cold crisp alloy frames
Where flickering shadows had been cast by troubled lamps
High above the manikins with their blank eyes and no names

He saw no reflection of his life therein
The bubble of his own life just waiting for a pin

Cold and grey though he was the irony escaped again
Smart suits warming lifeless bodies in a warm store
Would he lean against another door later to soak up
Any escaping heat -  then off, the shadows to explore
Seek cardboard to burrow below before the night frosts
Dark grey, pale black, damp mists swallowing each snore