Alone, sitting, gazing into the fireplace in his cabin in the woods
A discontented man with a forlorn vacant look
What thoughts are contained within his solitary life
While he warms in his cold harsh winter respite.
A man who has walked away from life - A life as we know
To one he chosen not to show.
What reason has he, for sitting there
Whilst contemplating the fire and the air.
Alone with wind, cloud and rain
what has caused his deep and dark pain
Toward the outside world, he is no longer caring
The weight of That on his soul is wearing
The fire is now burnt to embers dying
Emotional heartache has the old man crying
None can tell how long he shall stay
Nor whether That will be lifted some future day
So until Then he sits growing ever old
In his cabin sad, alone and growing cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is really beautiful. The hermit life is a lonely life. Void of human companionship with only the walls to look at and talk to. This brings to mind a poem I wrote If Walls could Talk Please take a peek when you have chance. A great inspiring write.