A stranded rose in winter,
À drop of water in the desert,
A ray of light in the darkness
That's how out of place I feel
When I see all
I fear all
I can hear all
I feel like I could wither
Like the dust I could perish
As if you would see me clearer
When my last thread would vanish
My emotions a hazy mirage
I can't seem to grasp
For this devotion
An empty illusion
A soulless breeze in my heart
Its driving fear straining
At the strings of my life
And I'm left merely a puppet
Through the threads that hold me dear
When all I see is fear.
YOU ARE READING
To The Introverts
PoetryAt the unforgiving eyes of the world, I lay here with a pen in hand, To write about the secrets I keep, The untold stories of an introvert.
