Introvert’s Lament

You spend summers in the cellar, drinking raspberry tea
The green above teams with beetles and life
But elusive cool shade draws you out of the sun
To a quieter place where you can be alone

Alone to think, alone to drink, alone to wonder toward the brink
Shone by the moment, stoned by the weight, moaning your woes
Alone to think

The logical hiding takes too much away
Dulling destruction in gray disarray
A swallow heard chirping tempts you out
But fear of unknown sends you back to your throne

Prince of your poems, king of your songs

Surveyor of stories, where do you belong?

In the light of the masses where critics abound

Or do you prefer the judgement of being alone?

Alone to think, alone with ink, alone to wonder toward the brink
Shone by the moment, stoned by the weight, moaning your woes
Alone to sink

Dichotomies drift and swell, plummet and muster
Of longing to live and yearning to tell
A story to someone when no one is there
Except the haunting of greatness, alone take the dare

 
An introspection tale, a whispering gale
The fright of the introvert, the might of shy shadow
What does separation bring to the table?
What inspiration to dreamers is being alone?

Alone to think, alone to shrink, alone to wonder toward the brink
Shone by the moment, stoned by the weight, moaning your woes
Alone in the rink

Burrow and bury, side-step contrary

Shield with walls and call it humble

Hoard your gift beneath the guise

Of sheltered care with a protective glare

Thoughts planted well in the wiles

Beyond meandering imagining miles

Intimidated by ideas to share

Will others care? Or should you remain alone?

Alone to think, alone to sink, alone to wander toward the brink
Shone by the moment, stoned by the weight, bemoaning your foes
Alone to wink

 
By Royce Waxenfelter
3/15/19