The would be hermit

The would be hermit

A Poem by Jon Roggie

The world around ages me.

A toll on the spirit,
  one only to be paid.

Vanishing is a dream,
  distancing myself from the pain.

There will never be enough separation,
   and so I can't withdraw,
     retreating to a selfish peace.

Only sit,
  in momentary pools of silence.

© 2014 Jon Roggie


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Added on September 3, 2014
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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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