The Hermit Poem by Christopher Nicoll

Alone, sitting, gazing into the fireplace in his cabin in the woods
A discontented man with a forlorn vacant look
What thoughts are contained within his solitary life
While he warms in his cold harsh winter respite.

A man who has walked away from life - A life as we know
To one he chosen not to show.
What reason has he, for sitting there
Whilst contemplating the fire and the air.

Alone with wind, cloud and rain
what has caused his deep and dark pain
Toward the outside world, he is no longer caring
The weight of That on his soul is wearing

The fire is now burnt to embers dying
Emotional heartache has the old man crying
None can tell how long he shall stay
Nor whether That will be lifted some future day

So until Then he sits growing ever old
In his cabin sad, alone and growing cold