Recluse

A life isolated.

 

If I find myself at home

Bored, lonely and alone,

I’d reconsider who I’ve known,

Through TV, text and telephone.

 

Sat in silence, I’d conceal

My thought, that no one else is real

And worry, as I’d start to feel

my life is far from the ideal.

 

I’d pry my soul from flesh and cloth

And feel the soothing air, it’s soft

Whisper to me carried off,

by all the things I’d daydream of.

 

Free at last of my constraints,

Without the binding thought restraints,

I’d take time out to reacquaint

Myself with what I am, (or ain’t).

 

And pointlessly, I’d try to find

The reasons why I’m so inclined

to live my life inside the mind,

leaving my body far behind.

 

I hate to find myself at home

In the silence, and alone

Without the company I’ve known,

Through TV, text and telephone.

Reviews

[Kes]

This is... whoa, wow. I love it.
I was just ranting to myself about the pleasure-pain of technology. I know - i'm sure - it's bad for you, because it's disconnecting you emotionally and physically from people in the real world; the one you can reach... just outside your window. But it's good, isn't it? Because you can talk to people you'd never talk to otherwise and you can keep up to date with various news and... and... and... the uses of the internet are infinite. I'm pretty sure I know some sociopaths and that they were not born that way. It seems to be the computer-nerds. It really does. And i find myself slipping deeper and deeper intot their realm every day... but i'm so... so interested... in everything... that i let myself slip, just to see what it feel like...
Anyway, this is an amazing poem. really thought-provoking.
Cheers for sharing.