Hermiting Poem by michael Smajda

Hermiting



I only have me to talk to.
My words are my only replies.
To myself, I am always truthful.
I have no reason to tell myself lies.

I have only myself to care for.
No one else does worry about me.
True, it is no fun being lonely.
I'm resigned to what has to be.

Thursday, April 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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