in praise of introvertion

poetry

my mind is a-clatter with unmentionables,
unmentionables that ring,
unmentionables that sting,
thoughts that should not be spoken,
thoughts that would leave me broken
in the eyes of all those around
if they knew my thoughts underground
but luckily i keep my head,
and the unmentionables stay in a cozy bed
of repressed thoughts and feelings
so that no one has to go reeling.

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