Introverted Soul

Alone I sit, in a world of gray, The colors of life seem far away. A weight upon my chest, heavy and deep, I try to breathe, but can only weep.

My mind is crowded with thoughts so bleak, No light in sight, no solace to seek. The silence of my heart echoes loud, A deafening sound, my spirit is bowed.

My days stretch out, endless and bare, The weight of existence, too much to bear. The world outside seems foreign and strange, A place of joy, beyond my range.

I long for connection, for love and care, But fear and doubt, my heart does ensnare. In the depths of my soul, I am alone, A prisoner of my mind, a heart of stone.

Oh, how I wish, for a moment of light, To break the darkness, to end the night. But hope is fleeting, a distant dream, A specter that fades, in the darkest scheme.

So I sit, in my world of gray, With nothing to do, but wait and pray. That one day, the light will shine through, And my heart will heal, and my soul renew.