The hermit

A hermit I AM
Alone I am damned
BUT alone is how I like to be

Afraid of the wives
away from human lives
ALONE, so just let me be

At home I will stay
All of the day
I NEVER want to go out

BUT outside I see
The flowers and the tree
And the animals bound about

So ALONE I will be
but not quite as you see
I’m HAPPY, so just LET ME BE.

Hi Ted, I enjoyed reading the poem. I feel that it would be better to but this in the Creative Writing section then the Rant House, so I moved it, hope you don’t mind.

I liked it as well.

Your poem has rhythm. I don’t often see that in poems. Solitude is near and dear to my heart also.