Introvert Poem by Pete Rivera

General feelings of regret
Fill all points of view
The first, second, and third
Till all points directed toward you

Now I sit upon the sandy beach
And watch the waves wisp by
As the albatross calls my name
Like a baby I start to cry

This sense of introvertedness
I can keep it to myself
Like books in a library
I organize thoughts in a shelf

Now I am in need
Of an instance of reconciliation
Before the day pass by
In this beautifully free nation

I am alone in the dark
Sitting on the floor
With a knife in my hand
No, I won't, no more

No more will I give in
To his persuasive speech
I cast him out in light's name
With fire, I burn the leech

Goodbye, world
I am flying with the birds
Do not point, do not shout
Please, not a single word