The would be hermitA 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 Last Updated on September 3, 2014 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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