When did my skin become real estate for anxiety,
and this world fool me to its allure?
When did my tongue choose the way so cowardly,
and my way become so impure?
My lips haven’t moved, and tongue hasn’t faltered,
yet still I’m victim to mediocrity,
my hands are frozen, my heart become hardened,
left bereft and abandoned without cure.
4 thoughts on “introversion seventy two”
Love reading your work. Did you ever get any of if published and printed as a hard copy? I love books.
W salam. Thank you Houda, not published yet. Would like to when I get over all this procrastination. 🙏
Hurry up! Lol
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Haha. Thanks Houda. Feels like I’m meant to know you…. Do I? Am I losing my mind?