Hermit
All alone I am..
I am in a zone of comfort..
Me, myself, and I..
No noise..
No distractions..
The stresses of life in society..
No longer apply..
Others have placed judgments on me..
I often used my defense mechanisms..
Rescued myself from the vulgar vultures..
Upon my every rituals..
The vultures had torn at my flesh
As frequently as I take a breath each day..
Those who place judgments lacks acceptance..
Often they refuse to accept themselves..
In turn they point their offensive fingers at me.
Along with their pessimism..
Negatively fill the air..
It circulates in my atmosphere..
In my space it surrounds..
In my defense..
I allow evaporation..
Presently..
In my zone of perfect harmony..
In balance as well
A calming and peaceful zone I am..
Silent and still
Serenity is in my kingdom..
A kingdom that I chose for myself..
My kingdom lies here..
In my grandest solitude..
Nestled and tucked away..
From a society that no longer serves me..
For I am not lonely..
It is aloneness that I chose.
Aloneness in my kingdom I am..
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