Introverted Sage

You could say I'm living my own personal hell.
All the secrets to keep - this is the last one I'd tell.
The way that I feel is near close disdain.
And on my soul, I fear it's left a forever stain.
The joys here most times can't seem to quell this pain.
Yet I remain.
Lessons must need to be ingrained.
In my labyrinth of a brain.
Hold me close - before going insane.
This life getting harder and harder to maintain.
Assimilate - and I'll do the same.

Bulldozed right through this life.
This hell doesn't come close - to those times I was almost a wife.
That's why I always keep close a knife.
I'll cut your cord before I get tried twice.
That's me being nice.
Could have been reading your rights.
So I'll hold on tight - to what gets me through the night.
Let the truth be told, we gon' be alright.
Gave me a scare caused me a fright.
Giving another access to my light.

~Ruby L.S.~

  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2024 01:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: 24.2023.09 More on this poem here: https://open.substack.com/pub/introvertedsage/p/dimmer?r=29gi64&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true
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