Introverted Sage

Nothing seems to quell this itch. 
Digging myself even deeper in the ditch.
Everything in me wants to rage out but I don't flinch.
Found something new that provides my quench.

It's inside where I hold the most pain. 
Nothing ever goes my way.
Boo hoo what a shame. 
But was it my mind I needed to reframe? 
Or shall I dance with the devil and cement my place in the game? 

Ugly boils deep within.
Relative to what I call kin.
Learning to float on the waves when they come in.
Digging into what's been hidden. 


  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2024 21:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: 11.2023.10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Cassie58

    If you can float on the waves it is a positive. Drowning is the unsavoury alternative. It helps if you are a good swimmer. I enjoyed your words this morning IS.

    • Introverted Sage

      Thank you for your time and comment!

    • Thomas W Case

      Superb work.

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