Poetry – Is there meaning here?

Is there meaning here?
I stare into space
oblivious to all
but my own numbness,
hoping for a call -
a beckoning voice
to draw me back
from the edge
of my self-imposed exile.
Drop the feathery gauze
from these old, battered lenses
and push me
if necessary
out of the warm niche
carved long ago
in this mount of regret.