To A Social Recluse Poem by Sylvia Chidi

He has been all by himself
She has been all by herself
Desperate, alone, miserable and insecure
Both thought that love would be their only cure

To a social recluse
The word ‘socialising’
Is hardly ever ‘tantalising’
In their world to use

Each night, each day she is amused
By this so called man born a social recluse
Her arms are now tattooed with isolation
Washed and shampooed in entire alienation
Once she was bright-eyed in a healthy situation

To a social recluse
The emotional mood
Is that which airs off as being rude!
And shyness is always seen as an excuse

In her search for love has come desperation
And his charms will lead her to a land of no nations
There are always signs but she refuses to take heed
So she will harvest with weed to feed her own needs
And one day she will cry the tears of her own deed

To a social recluse
With lack of interest, quietness is introduced
With friends and family you instantly lose
That is the very effect a recluse produces

To a social recluse
This dark conspicuous personality
Will creep slowly and tear apart friendly cordial unity
Your families and friends will slowly become diffused

Presently she is too blind to see
Her loving hero is a lone ranger
Slowly she will become everything but free
And to herself she will turn a total stranger

Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi