Poetry

2002
Khaled Aljenfawi, Age unknown
UK
The Hermit Roams
In spring time the hermit roams in a woodland,
Walking with bended back, the hermit roams.
"Many a days my soul in dark woods made,
A shelter for lonely souls gnawing dooms."
Thus the hermit bonders lonely in woods.
"gnawing pains, molested souls, with me moan.
They tell me of horrid things untold in books.
Such pains they tell me that shook hard my bones.
Never and never my ears did pierce my heart.
Ever and ever shall I tell of such pains:
Sad loves, dark fortunes and tears like darts."
The hermit roamed with such like gains.
If such spring time such pains bring in the world,
What life can we endure, living pains.

© 2002 Khaled Aljenfawi - Contributed in January 2002

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