A Hermit's Life
Poem by Joseph Chambers // Art by Wesley Vara

 
"My place has been a cave since she left me .." - Slug
With no life, and few friends ..
.. I find myself at a loose-end,
Suffocated by sheer silence; The work I produce stems ..
.. from this feeling of isolation.
Im pacing the floorboards ..
.. in search of inspiration, yet contained to these four walls.
Trapped, with no place to hide.
Caught, in a wave of emotion -
Holly swim against the tide.
"Not waving, but drowning" in the depths of despair,
Trying to forget what we shared.  
DaMn.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why?
Do I do this to myself?
Here now stands a man betrayed by love
Attempting to piece together the shards of his broken heart.
The emptiness only places emphasis on how cold
and un-inviting this room has become.
In silent silhouette, he stares intensely
at an old photograph upheld by the bedside table
before carefully running a forefinger over the
oak framework, disturbing the settled dust.
Though no words are said,
His tears speak volumes.
As they begin their serpentine descent,
A long winded self-evaluation races through his mind.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why?
Do I do this to myself?
"I've been locked, in your heart shaped box, for weeks." - Kurt Cobain  
The emptiness only places emphasis on how cold
and un-inviting this room has become.