a poem
After all these years of isolation
how could I not be emotionally stunted
When I’m around another human
I’m amazed to see their mouth move
and to realize that they are alive
and breathing just like me
I didn’t mean to stay away this long
but before I knew it
twenty years had passed
So busy hiding away
I didn’t realize that the
world had kept going
without me
My room became my
sanctuary
And my only dream become
to hide away forever
Thinking that if I could
isolate in a box somewhere
maybe be fed once in a while
I would be happy
Sometimes loneliness would
seep in
but not really
for I’d block it all out
with the reasons
it was better to stay away
How do I recover from
this cycle
How do I re-enter society
after all of this time
And what good is my
love for another
if I can’t manifest it
in real life
