hermit
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Some folks see her in the window,
just a shadow standing there.
Some folks hear her in the morning
when she sings her daily prayer,
but they’ve never really met her
and she likes it just that way.
The sun goes on its daily break,
and the moon is roused from its slumber.
Yet none of these lights grazes his skin,
for Hypnos’ house is in covers.
A hermit who naps in the bathtub at dawn,
Sunlight bends at crack in my door trying to sneak a peak into my studio apartment
I hide from the cruel outside beneath these sheets
Skin pale as the moon
And although it's June
beautifully mysterious,she hides away in the depths of nothingafraid to take a chance on the dawnnight- her best friendthe only thing she can count onsoon, it too will be gone
Smears of rain on the glass
Reflect my watery stare
Tears slide off my cheeks
And I think
Where is the sun in this drudgery of rain
Does it require surgery to cease the pain
