The Reflections Of A Hermit ((A short poem.))

Old romantic dreams... are but fantasies that never come true. Life is not meant for us to live through constant work and hatred. Though reality is but a harsh nightmare that stings us to the bone. My teachings are mine and mine alone. I have no use for your ignorant ways. I have no need to teach because fools just throw what I teach away. I am through and going to live out my days. Thinking and reflecting on what could have been if I had been stronger in other ways.

reply to post by Rishiana


sounds good and like a hermit would think.

reply to post by Doublemint


DOUBLEMINT!!!!! Hey.... and thank you very much!!! I could so easily become a hermit if I wanted to LMAO

Descending Mountain
To town, Spirit to mind, the
Air becomes thicker.

reply to post by ecapsretuo


Very, very true... and as the air thickens we choke on the knowledge we try to give. We choke... and we try to show others how to live... but oh how we choke on the knowledge that we live....