Locked out

They mistook his calm for lack of feeling, his silence for a paucity of care
Their display of contempt reeling was met only with a blank stare
His outside walls were sealed in solid ice, a humble roof covered with snow
But inside a fire burning, visitors to entice into a home with a warm glow

It appeared no one was home, his windows closed, locks upon his doors
A quiet awaiting a knock from those that hungry roam, refuse from distant shores
A tongue that burns emits dark smoke, warming flames are mute and bring no tears
On toxic fumes one does choke, not so one that breaths through his ears