Harangue Of An Introvert Poem by Sumana S C

My heart fails to voice my feelings.
Feelings are inurned.
In every step of my life
I sense an unbearable pain in my heart.

Each one of you would like to see me
Strip off my clothes.
But my heart? .. No, nobody is willing.
Satanic world, mephistophelian language.
Amidst them I am just another Frankenstein.

Maligned heart, beaten conscience, vague horizon in my eyes
... An abysmal tiredness in my body.
Everything is there, yet something is missing.
My heart carries the unbearable burden of emptiness.
Even amidst people I experience
A heartbreaking loneliness.