In the Quiet 
by Michael Doyle

In the late hours, with others asleep
I find my contemplation runs deep
And I get my best moments quietly done
It's sometimes best without anyone

It's not to be impatient or rude
When I speak on how others intrude
On my thoughts and my actions
And in doing this, hurt my satisfaction

Not to subject myself to dissection
Of the psychological direction
But it might be I don't need the connections
Provided by social interactions

Sometimes a profound sense of isolation
Seems less a sort of morbid deviation
And it becomes more relief in solitude
These uninterrupted times are met with gratitude

It doesn't result from depression or anxiety
Life, as we know, has some real complexity
I've just turned to become a sort of introvert
There is nothing more complex to interpret

(c) July 18, 2024   Michael Doyle
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