Lost Vivacity

Have I become an irreversible recluse?
Shunned am I to neighborhood gossip and news?
Not that I enjoyed all sorts of grapevine?
With my closest, I was well and fine.

I am not depressed but yet suppressed.
Life is fairly good to me, yet I feel stifled.
What is happening to me, I do not know?
Hostility to community has started to grow.

New acquaintance and friendship, heart refuses to entertain.
Between world and myself is drawn a virtual iron curtain.
Being with people was my undying craze.
Enthralled was I to see any feet under shoe lace!

Never ending chatter was my unique identity!
My silence was not taken well by my fraternity!
Now communication has become an effort!
From within, I get no sizable support.

No, it is not complacency of any kind.
Yes, I do feel lethargic due to routine grind.
May be this is a passing phase soon to fade.
Let it gradually vanish and keep me from seeking aid.

But, this period is getting too long to leave.
No drive to push it away is a cause to peeve.
It’s said idle mind is a devil’s workshop.
Even that Satan does not dare to drop?

Emptiness and blankness is turning me numb.
"Please do something to up your thumb!"
This is what I say to myself all day.
I am hopeful I shall find a way.

My vivacity, I want you back.
Come on, fast, lest am sure to crack.
Your time starts now ticks my clock!
My head and heart, only you can unlock!!