Every day is just like the
Last; desperation flashes
Through me; I swallow, again.
Author: hermanshermit
Hands
A million hands that
Caress me, touch and
Treasure me; that’s love
Anamnesis
You speak a language I have
Forgotten, move in ways that
Stir me like another life
The Last
I’ve lived too long, and
Seen too much. My bones
Ache for rest and peace
Distortion
We only see each
Other through frosted
Glass, shapes and colors
Fragments
It’s not really gone,
These are just seeds for
the future, waiting
Witness
Somehow I was the last one
Who cared, after everyone
Forgot. Even you gave up.
But I persisted, to my
Injury and regret, for
Some unknown motivation.
There are moments I get stuck
In, for years and years. It’s just
Endless recrimination.
Placeholder
I’m who you love while
You’re waiting for the
One you really want
Threshold
I sense that I will
Break through or break down
Perhaps both will be
Herman’s Hermitage 