The Introvert

Haunted

by ghosts

crawling inside my skin.

Used to feel whole,

alone,

now I’m crowded again.

How much time

do we wait

for the world to change,

when one day

can change everything?

 

Stacking up

my excuses

like furniture

before the door.

Somehow the world gets in

to bring what I’ve been

begging for.

 

There’s so much more

hope

than fear these days.

It doesn’t seem

to have anybody phased.

The truth is,

it’s the lie

that’s gonna fade;

and ghosts,

will be all that remain.

 

 

HG – 2020

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