Soliloquy of A Death Craving Hermit

I gave up being sociable,

I’d ruined it all I knew.

My friends had left; my old pals

My lovebirds, away they flew.

 

It gives me a guilty pleasure

To be alone.

A perfect hermit in a corner

An uncouth creature who never shone.

 

I were I wish sometimes

On someone else’s shoes,

But then would not it be

I, the one who’d let all hell loose?

 

I wait and wait for the day,

It will arrive I believe someday,

From its silent cave

A scythe holder with my death’s message

 

I will be the first to embrace.

Leaving will not be that disgrace

As I am now being friendless

I shall die alone, a pathetic sage.

Reviews

[Little Abbey]

Very nice!

[Sukriti Suki]

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