Jovial, Friendly

    Sitting next to me

    Seems from my college,

    Should I talk?

    Or away should I walk?

    I'll initiate once

    She's off the phone.

    Will I be a creep with this tone?

    Lo, she just got off the train.

    Oh! the inertia of my brain

    And the words

    That never left its cage.


    Thirteen thick walls!

    Sediments of procrastination

    Structured by overthinking

    Painted by social awkwardness

    And maintained by general disinterest.

    Even the closest ones

    Lose momentum by the third.

    My screams echo back

    As pangs of loneliness.

    From outside it can't be heard.

    Or can it be?

    Perhaps people are tired

    Trying to help,

    Leaving me to choke

    In this bliss of solitude.