top of page
The Introvert
It’s been so long.
He sleeps alone.
A solitary man
That dreams of home.
​
A lonely soul
Too scared to grasp
All he’s ever wanted,
He only needs to ask.
​
Less risk to run,
But far less fun.
He knows he’s wrong:
It’s been so long.
​
Can’t forget the years
of regret, and yet
there’s still no will
to escape the endless tears.
bottom of page