The Introvert would like to be left alone

your intrusion is uninvited
also, your judgments
which mask your own insecurity

if I were an island
perhaps I would be content
with merely the sun

instead of fretting
for our positive
mutual understanding

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Frustration Against Two Walls

Although my limbs
are fully-grown
and need contortion

still I find
that childhood nook
in my parent’s house
where I sat

many an hour
fuming
at the injustice of it all —

Do Not Disturb:
I’m in time out.

Insincerity

Words and actions:
Few are those who contemplate
Their own disconnect

Mr. Hyde

Restless sits my soul
While hours wile away
Awaiting the familiar ghoul
That taunts me by the day
He wears my face and pries
The black recesses of my heart
Despite my fearful cries
He laughs, “It’s just the start.”

Flame

Rare does the lantern fall on its carrier
For the traveler holds his flame
An arm’s breadth away
Not realizing the inner journey
Is the more meaningful