An Experience of Introversion
By Adel Clifton
I want to hide in silence
Sleep in ink drenched sheets
Forget that there are words harsh
And fall into the cyclic slumber of
bus windows…
I miss my mind
I miss the space
That was only filled with soft wings
and charlotte webs
The quiet that spurs this
The thought without overthink
A medium filled library
No one must worry about thought
too thought out with explanation
When they see the world through
yellow light and bus windows.
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