Withdrawal Feels
Why cannot feelings simply let me be?
In groups of people love they most to breed.
Alone, they come and eat away at me,
So I behind my yarn and hook recede.
Frustrated much I am, and to the point
Of losing that of which I lament most
By failure to control my talking joint
And fail to see the wrong till moment post.
Existence is a trait I can't assign
To him though ev'ry day it gives me pain.
My two good friends I tell them I am fine
But they can see through cryptic writings vain.
To God, my heart for which He longs, I pray
That I can soon get rid of this display.