The Hermit

drop to droplet each rain fell
alone in this place like hell
tremors took charge and quiver
thoughts for whom... touch and linger

sheets alone can't hide pain
wait for nothing in vain
asking help from the Above
lacking a feeling called love

faces ran and fade through clearly
memories and smiles, others weary
still can't rest I to anyone
because there was no one

tried calling to light my soul
few reply... still there's a hole
longing for warmth, sense of touch
from a being I miss so much

fate has eyes for solitude
makes life cruel and rude
driving the roads day by day
forcing a smile and be OK....