Living inside my head
Posted: November 12, 2013 Filed under: Confessions, Life, Love/affection, pain, poetry, Ramblings | Tags: humans, hurt, introversion, love, pain, people, trust Leave a commentGnawing at thoughts these tiny little creatures,
Scuttling all over, pricks sometimes
Those pointy meddling feet, numerous
In composition. Hurt
Comes at unexpected times.
Somewhere drips bleeding, and I
Think to myself that
People are meddlesome insects and I
Find solace only in my thoughts, so
Loyal and so intimate.
Walls have been built and I
Wouldn’t know where to begin to
Dismantle them, nor
If I would ever want to, the
Naive and trusting thing that I am, the
Humble clay walls that I’ve built,
Often misunderstood
For Citadels of pride.
I
Find my thoughts to be my friends and they
Keep me occupied enough, conversing
In varied tones, I
Live inside my head.
Who said what?