The Introvert: A Poem

umbrella

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withdrawn even at times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

 

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