15 years

I’m super introvert, in case you don’t know it yet.
I’m so introverted at one point in my life, I had a very minimum interaction with people for almost 3 months, and I was totally fine.

I told this to someone I knew, and she commented that even though I’m introverted, my mind was not dark or twisted enough like most introverts. I was disappointed (jk, no really.) Maybe I didn’t give that impression, so I’ll try my dark version by writing a poem. Here it goes.

15 years

It’s been 15 years
Each night an eternity
O’ moon my only friend
I long for your breath, your touch
Your presence whispers home
Home long gone
Now you I thirst
The only comfort I know
Have you known the hell I’m in?
Death don’t fear me no more
For in death I’m forever with you