Poems/Recluse

Recluse 

I sit here all alone.

Just me and my isolated words.

The blinds are shut tightly, to prevent any light from showing through.

I can't be forgotten, for I am never seen.

My name is all but unknown.

It's as if I am nothing but a vapor.

Only felt, but invisible to the world.

Do I exist?

I myself am unsure.

These four walls are imprisoning me.

I am exiled to this, apartment complex in hell.

It's a sin, to see the light of day.

Trapped behind dead-bolted doors.

This place is more like a bunker, than a home.

This building is set for armageddon.

There's no escape for a born-and-raised recluse.

Lone Wolf1990 04:56, January 1, 2010 (UTC)