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I sit here at my desk.
In my darkened tomb.
Removed form the world.
Alone and unfazed.
Imprisoned by the walls.
Held captive by my mind.
My body lies tied down.
While my thoughts fly freely.
Surrounded by thousands of boxes.
Each one holding a new adventure.
It is my job to ready these journeys.
One at a time, until all have been checked.
It is my job to watch the door.
Making sure no one enters my chamber.
No one to take a voyage, without my knowledge.
No one to dream, with stolen thoughts.
This is my job.
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Wow, what a sense of isolation you created with your choice of words. Did you intentionally not mention what the job actually was? It seems like you did this on purpose to add to the monotony and listlessness you are describing. The voice you use is internal, and you don't really describle details about what you have to do in the name of this job which once again gives it a theme of isolation - brooding and internal.
