Introverted Sage

I could say I didn’t see it coming - but that would be a lie.
I have felt it closing in - sight upon the high.
Missing every beat - purposeful shift of the feet.

~But you’re still there.~

I would be a fool to think - I was the one in control.
Unheeded messages - beginning to take its toll.
Everyday doubt - blinds ability to see.
I’m reminded by the way - this isn’t me.
Relieving darkness - inside my head.
Waking pieces - from the dead.

~But you’re still there.~

If I understood it all - this would be over right?
Eyes wide open - staring at the night.
Head to the clouds - heart to the ground.
Dicrotic waves - filling the sound.

~But you’re still there.~

Velocity attracting - sing a new creed.
Sinners have a past - life shifting on a breeze.
Calm the fears - creeping in again.
Pieces of me - leaving with the wind.

~But you’re still there~

It’s not as violent - of an upheaval anymore.
Visually stimulating - masses with the lore.
Nothing can be - without cost.
Which way are you going - if you’re already lost?

~But you’re still there.~

Staying under the lights - only fools the self.
They all can see - what you keep on the shelf.
No light without dark - no in without out.
Selling false secrets - biggest mouth gets the clout.

~But you’re still there.~

Electrifying dulled flames.
Still holding heads of shame.
Shells for the souls - still wandering the grounds.
Touch the waves - swimming in the sound.
Filling the noise - with colors of the spectrum.
Miss the beat - collect the breadcrumbs.
Higher moments - closing gaps of time.
Organize the messages - flooding the mind.

~You’re always there.~



  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 9th, 2023 15:21
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 7
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  • L. B. Mek

    'still there, poking away at my heart'
    (a great write
    I so relate dear Poet)
    'Miss the beat - collect the breadcrumbs.
    Higher moments - closing gaps of time.'
    hindsight, a curse and mercy
    we can trace our missteps
    while dreaming of a future
    where we get our choices right

  • Introverted Sage

    Indeed it is!
    A constant journey with a myriad of paths not for the faint of heart.. lol
    You're kind words and time to review my work are so appreciated!

    🪶Happy writing

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