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I bring in the wood, light a fire Sit by the warm glow, a book in hand A tall tale of love and desire Ideas that I could never seem to understand An open window, the scent of pine A brook whispering gently nearby No other living soul but mine I speak and hear no reply And I exhale into the peace that has found me In the quiet place that now does surround me I no longer let those old ties bound me And I live as a hermit with no one around me I sleep alone in a bed made from a tree Hallowed out and cut into the shape Recovering from what was done to me Despite change in scenery still hard to escape I have been here for so many years That the wilderness has become my prison cell Through all the bitter winters and tears I alone have braved the darkest hell And I exhale into the vastness that does surround me Wondering why love has never found me Desperately pulling at the ties that bound me Knowing there is nothing around me I cannot live between two worlds Tying, tying me with my own rope But there is someone out there who will save me Of that I still have hope.
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Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
The Hermit
I bring in the wood, light a fire Sit by the warm glow, a book in hand A tall tale of love and desire Ideas that I could never seem to understand An open window, the scent of pine A brook whispering gently nearby No other living soul but mine I speak and hear no reply And I exhale into the peace that has found me In the quiet place that now does surround me I no longer let those old ties bound me And I live as a hermit with no one around me I sleep alone in a bed made from a tree Hallowed out and cut into the shape Recovering from what was done to me Despite change in scenery still hard to escape I have been here for so many years That the wilderness has become my prison cell Through all the bitter winters and tears I alone have braved the darkest hell And I exhale into the vastness that does surround me Wondering why love has never found me Desperately pulling at the ties that bound me Knowing there is nothing around me I cannot live between two worlds Tying, tying me with my own rope But there is someone out there who will save me Of that I still have hope.
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halcyon-dementia
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Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
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