The Hermit
a quirky quiver
of awkward spasms
and there I was
whistling my livid protests
at a choir of cloaked shadows
who’d been
so weirdly
keen
on dragging me
out of my soupy sojourn –
a cozy, warm dwelling
fit for a hermit
a mighty ghost grabbed me
slapped me
wrapped me
trapped me
like a POW
in a tiny cell
or was it a cage?
that was a long, long time ago
and now here
i am
a loner still
but
a prisoner of peace
a happy hermit in a happy little hut
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