Recluse
A tired young soul who feels the presence of abuse,
I solemnly swear I’m a reluctant recluse,
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As time goes on, I am absorbed by my muse.
The longer I wait, the more I observe.
The more that I am trapped is the more time that I serve.
This is the life of a lonely recluse.
Leaving a gathering without a trace,
Giving me the luxury of my own safe space.
This is the only place where I am at peace;
my overwhelming thoughts come to a cease.
In silence, my identity is unknown.
But in reality, it may be shown.
As we are reliant on the screens of our phones.
In the moment of despair that this may produce,
This is the life of a troubled recluse.
