I sit on my bed, beside my window,
I look out through the open portal.
And as the cool rain starts to pour,
Plitters and platters reach my ears.
The sudden gush of wind freaks me out
And I grab a blankie to keep me warm.
A sudden thirst fills my dry throat,
And I run to fetch a warm cup of coffee.
I get quite bored sitting still,
So I get a book for I can enjoy.
I get lost, or wait....do I find myself?
As I flip through the numerous pages.
A new, yet so familiar scent fills my nose
As I involuntarily feel myself calm.
The never ending abyss of interesting words
Swallows me within and I happily travel,
I travel as my eyes scan the fresh pages,
And I lose all of my literal consciousness.
A smile tugs my lips, and I smile like an idiot
As I play my favorite scene in my mind.
I feel a silent sob escape my cracked lips
As tears dare to flood my swollen eyes.
My breath hitches as the climax approaches,
And some more tears wet my cheeks.
The eerie silence creeps me out as the rain stops
As all I hear are my sobs and heartbeats.
So I play some music to calm down
And calmness flows through my every vein.
Quite oblivious of the time I am,
The sun sets as the moon creeps up.
I rush to the kitchen to refill my cup
A shiver runs thru me as a breeze flows.
I order a large pizza, all for myself,
As I am, an introvert as you say.
I am my own queen, and I treat myself the best,
Every day for me is, a self-treat day.

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Eutony
PoetryA collection of poems from an introvert's point of view . . . . **As for the title, I really liked the word (which means pleasantness of a word's sound)**