The Introvert would like to be left alone

Man by water

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


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.” Continue reading “Mr. Hyde”