"There are people here," he said,
"Everywhere you turn, a face"
Then he faded into dread
A familiar fear he could never place
He draws a card, a spade and ace
"I try so hard to be so brave"
Still, his heart pumps a rapid pace
He's no knight, but not a knave
He wants the window stained deep red
To calm the chaos he can't erase
But he hangs on by the last thread
In hopes that he may leave a trace
Preoccupied with time and space
He's drowning underneath this wave
The crush of its wet embrace
He's no knight, but not a knave
His mind is where darkness is bred
Where the demons win the race
He's the stillborn child who wasn't dead
The statue many have defaced
He's worried that he'd been replaced
Because he just could not behave
No one will catch his fall from grace
He's no knight, but not a knave
He's saving pills now, just in case
The notes won't line up on the stave
This is the heart he needs to brace
He's no knight, but not a knave
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This is such a well written piece. I love how you have captured his emotion and thoughts... the introvert, perfectly. The repetition works wonderfully here and I love that line.
Truly an impressive write. Thank you for sharing your talent with us all.
I hope you will continue to write and share.
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Thank you so very much. I've always been told that I have a talent for writing, but I rarely ever share any of it because I don't think it's any good, really. But it's pretty easy to capture the emotions of the introvert so perfectly when, well, him and I are the same.
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