I Want Loneliness

Or is it just solitude…

Silence in a storm.

Limbs and cerebrum contort,

line after line describe.

Thick, thin,

rough, smooth,

typed.

Introverted expressiveness

shouting

screaming

begging

for your attention.

Presence unwanted.

Fence rode.

Please forgive me.

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