I am not the first of my kind
Not judgmental but intuitive
I see you not through my eyes.
I am consistently sardonic
It's the shield I hunch behind
I am an eclectic downpour
I am not hard to find.
I am an inverted being
I am a passive grind
I am a lonesome soul
I am not the first of my kind.
I am the winter solstice
I am the northern lights
I am a verse in poetry
I am cautious but not blind.
Sporadic streams of passion
I am a tight knit rewind
I am a blood soaked canvas
My heart is a woeful shrine.