Theorem The Truth Serum
The Recluse - Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum
The recluse is a mind
waiting idly until it is time
to rise out of his confinement.
His fire burns with intense
thought on global preservation.
His gills smell of alcoholic loneliness
and cigarette shop leisure.
His eyes catch the commotion
of everyday facial emotions.
He looks down with empathy
at his worn seasoned shoes.
These are the shoes that
share the steps of everyday life,
but they never get too close.
He always keeps his distance,
but he does notice the features
of a beautiful woman.
But he waits and waits until
one day, he will rise again.
He'll be young again and mingle
with the individuals of everyday life.
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