The Recluse

Solitude is his constant companion
Minding his own business
Absorbed in peaceful reverie
The wall a quiet witness
 
Though living with others
They barely speak
The roommate is but a ghost
Companionship is bleak
 
Completely independent
Alone but not lonely
Yet on some days he wonders
Is he being a phony?
 
For some kind of connection
He seeks for other souls
But they all rush along
Chasing futile goals
 
And so he went back to himself
It’s better this way
He might be on his own
And that’s okay
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Author: Ryan Bestre

Environmentalist. Teacher. Writer.

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