The Recluse

Reclusive
I am now.
All alone
I have my thoughts
To review.

Sometimes
I like
To sit
With the lights
Off.
Depression.
Transgression.

And other times
I want
To bask
In the light
Of the sun.
A siren
Bathing
In the mountain lake.

Reclusive
Now
I seek out
The cover
Of shade
Hide my eyes
I look down
Ashamed?
Or is it
That I
Just
Know too much.

Once
Gregarious
Wearing
My butterfly wings
In the strip club
Drinking
And
Conversing
With everyone
In the room
Philosophy
With
The whole bar.
Laughing,
Head tilted back
And I was
Beautiful.

Now,
I refrain
From so much
And now
I prefer
To get
Shit done...
Instead
Of lounging
Around
A bar,
A club,
A dark alleyway.
All our clocks
Are ticking...

And I am much older than you think.