The Love Hermit's Sentiments Poem by Mazwi Sedibe

Life is an empty casket for the heart has stopped beating.
Life is a rotten-stench corps for the lungs have stopped breathing.
A recluse wanders around feeding on past sorrows.
The yearn for a companion follows the maggots trails lined up as furrows,
With the hope to mate, expand the clan and to oust the minds solitude.

Gratitude will be the manifestation of solace from a realised dream.
A smile will be the evidence that paradise is finding real love in the cosmos.
The cosmos expanse is far too great for a loner to define love by meeting just one being.
The wounds of the heart are healed when the psyche is cured and is a whole being.

Sorrowful inscriptions may welcome a tear through a hermit's guestroom windows.
But the burning of such inscriptions discards the malevolent messages,
And leaves no room for Unwanted or unnecessary widows
To rest under the comfort of the soothing self-righteous willows.

Fear of being in love alone summarises the misery of being bonded with a cancer.
They call it a disease because it is microscopic, look into its eyes, it is not a stranger.
It breathes around us, we die or it strangles us before we can get a chance to say
'I do not love you anymore'
'I love you and I want to be with you forever more'.