~This one is for all antisocials, introverts and loners~
I try to blend with the colours in the centre
But eventually, just fade in the background
And how will I mingle with the many faces
That are a myriad of pleasing vibrance
When all I am is sombre grey and beige
Unappealing like a smudged painting of oceans.
The air around me is heavy with reserved silence
For if I wish to voice, its merely a doleful recital
Or monotonous tales of a not so exciting life
And perhaps when a wrong impulse triggers me
Its a nonsensical babbling exposing my dim-wits
In a garden of roses, I grew to be a weed
And with time, I burried deeper under the surface
Being compelled to bloom like rest of the flowers
But I only withered further in my dark confine
That's now become my comfort zone, far away
Somewhere behind the lights and cheerful people...
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Poetic Hours
Poetry" In the darkest of the hours, the brightest of the ideas light up! " Highest Rank #106 in #Poetry on 4/12/2017 Writing has always been my favourite hobby eversince I was 12 and poems top the list. Writing poems is not just an art, its a solace. Giv...
