The Introvert: A Poem


ruminations constantly swirling

a literary companion in hand

seeking peace amidst the storm


often quite awkward

withdrawn even at times

a pen, a pad, a liberation


watching and understanding

listening silently, faithfully

wishing any words to coalesce


the noise is contant, everywhere

incessant inconsequential chatter

disappearing once again


full of whimsy, bursting with curiosity

most will never know

pretending not to have a care at all