Introverted Poem by Rebecca Collins
Introverted
Blood and breath that fills with sorrow
Wake me up with haste tomorrow
Wake me with light of dawn
Through tired eyes and sleepless scorn
Words that slip from lips to floor
Burdened tongue and endless chore
Hands that grip at seams and cotton
For words that I have long forgotten
Thoughts that pour with lure and flutter
Talk so short and speech that stutters
Sentence circling round the drain
Suppress the fear inside my brain
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and elegantly brought forth in beautiful rhyme scheme with conviction. A witty creation. Thanks for sharing Rebecca and do remain enriched.
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8/28/2026 8:49:16 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
All the acts of introvert are bundle here... Nice write... Keep it up... 10 Naila