The hermit sits alone
Untouched and untouchable
Needing desperately
But not knowing how
To touch and be touched

Insipid conversations flitter
In in-companionable company
That fills not the void
And feeds not the need

The hermit is trapped
In black nothingness
And helplessness

The hermit looks and finds not
Knocks and its opened not
Doesn’t ask
For he has forgotten how

© pauline muindi (her blog, her twitter)