Cry of The Hermit

Dan Williams

Child of my illusions,

carry love in your arms.

Daylight disguises my seclusion.

Friends around me

hear me crawling.

They’ve know my losses

and if not dullards, witnessed my pleasures;

seen rocks falling

in on my fortress.

It is only a matter of time;

the walls will crumble,

the verse will stumble

under the fusillade.

Still, the only thing that can kill me now

is me,

and I have been here before.

  • Author: Dan Williams (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 10th, 2024 00:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: Most of my stuff is grim but this represents the worst period in a life full of contenders.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 90
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Comments5

  • Neville



    This certainly has more than its fair share of ouch factor sir ..

  • sorenbarrett

    Loved the first two lines and the last the most. They convey a distant and mystical feeling to this poem. Very nice.

  • Teddy.15

    Beautifully written and very sad 🌹

  • Bella Shepard

    You "have been here before", but you're still writing, good write, good for you!

  • NafisaSB

    it is always the losses that teach us the best lessons - may everything improve from now on though



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