Another person reading this poem might feel a sense of emptiness and despair, even if familiar emotions. However, I ask, "What does the still man see?" That's the power of poetry, and this poem, our freedom to see the world from other vantage points. We often get trapped in our own heads, and don't consider others might actually view us differently than we believe. Still, looking out, interacting with our universe, even if it doesn't speak to us, is evidence that hope lives.
I'm not much of a poet, not in the scholarly sense, so I can't offer much advice on structure, form, etc. I'll just say stick to what works for you, whether it's conforming to poetry rules or not.
Another person reading this poem might feel a sense of emptiness and despair, even if familiar emotions. However, I ask, "What does the still man see?" That's the power of poetry, and this poem, our freedom to see the world from other vantage points. We often get trapped in our own heads, and don't consider others might actually view us differently than we believe. Still, looking out, interacting with our universe, even if it doesn't speak to us, is evidence that hope lives.
I'm not much of a poet, not in the scholarly sense, so I can't offer much advice on structure, form, etc. I'll just say stick to what works for you, whether it's conforming to poetry rules or not.