Introverted Sage

Reach out my hand - but no one is there.
Asking for help - and they all seem to stare.
Stressed to the max - pulling out all of my hair.
House full of mirrors - don't know which way is where.

Do the rhymes even work to cure my melencholy.
Do they get the message I'm sending or just see plain folly.
Waste of my time - you might say probably.
I'm just following to where I'm lead; sequence - Fibonacci.

So I write because that's what I'm tasked to do.
Keep writing I'll surely figure my way through.
These words - they were meant to be the tools.
And it's all in the pacing that I use.

~Introverted Sage~



  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2023 15:17
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 10
  • Users favorite of this poem: LIZ, peto.
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  • LIZ

    This might be my new favorite! "So I write because that's what I'm tasked to do."--hit me hard!!!! I loved it!!

    • Introverted Sage

      It's like a feeling so deep.. no matter how many times you try to walk away some seductive arm seems to lure you back and demand all your secrets. At least that's how it is for me 🙃
      I appreciate your time and comments!! Thank you!!

      • LIZ

        Yesssss oh my God!!! I've tried many times to walk away! Thank YOU for this!

      • hzugman

        Very well put I S. Even home run hitters often strike out. Keep swinging.

      • orchidee

        Good write Sage.

      • peto

        Brilliant write
        The rhymes work for the reader so hopefully for you also
        Deep emotional and honest
        With talented delivery
        Stay strong

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