Insecurity

Would you consider it greedy
To ache for all that brightness

Missing that exquisite feeling

The one of belonging and rightness

It's strange to yearn for crowded rooms

For so many lilts and tones

But jarring is this silence now

Greyness, evenings spent alone

Spent are my limbs and lungs

A rest from the fight is blessed

Alas the lack of friends I made

Leaves my heart put to the test

And perhaps it's just a drama

Withdrawal from my high of glee

Now my soul is left unsatisfied

It makes no sense to you, but me

And no man is an island

I've heard it said once or twice

Before, not knowing any difference

Now here a drowning vice

But may I still cling on to hope

That the door is still half open

Some of you may remember me

Have enjoyed the words we've spoken

And mayhaps, tis the darkness

Whispers words against new friends

That perhaps what has been started

It has yet to meet its ends