Poetry

Too Many Interactions (#1150)

Much too much! Much too much!
A constant stream of interactions aimed at me,
How did I become the target of such?
Questions, calls, texts – all with no chance to flee,

An onslaught of interactions all the time,
I need a little space and time to breathe,
To an introvert like me, this is a crime,
Stop this madness, or I’ll have to leave!

Why this unending war upon my senses?
Be still! Be still! For all is not on fire,
I demand my boundaries – nay my fences!
To be extricated from this social mire,

Thief! You steal my energy and peace,
Unhook your claws from my skin,
Away from me now – release!
I need to be left alone to charge within.

Any Thoughts?

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