Alone in a Crowd
A poem
A poem
Silent waters run deep.
An introvert’s soul lingers in the shadows,
waiting to speak, and
behind a façade of quiet contemplation,
feelings churn like buttered curd.
Longing for true connection, a kindred spirit,
yet crowded spaces sap energy slowly.
Small talk drains the hourglass over time,
wearing the mask of social graces.
At day’s end, craving calm and peace,
the safety of solitude becomes a saving balm,
but in the stillness, loneliness creeps in,
a longing for company that never sleeps.
Finding comfort in crowds always out of reach.
True friends are few, the lonely know this truth.
An introvert walks a winding inner journey,
drawing strength from within, again and again.
