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Hermit King
I put the weight of the world on myself voluntarily
Sometimes through my eyes decline is everything I see
Quite difficult to live in a society slowly crumbling
Hard to say there's a future when it always feels like lying
A million better things I could be doing to be productive
Try and keep the mind occupied and avoid the familiar destructive
This infinite self-torture I hate, but yet so seductive
Fight the urge to go hiding in the comfortable reclusive
Hermit king
Close myself off from the outside fires
To attack myself is such a strange desire
Hermit king, no hope I bring
Forget the world and all its overpopulated vermin
Sit down in the cellar and listen to my rotting sermon
Hollow children with few reasons to live and many reasons to die
I could tell them they have a future, but I am much too angry to lie
Such a brittle smile
I will get to life, but it is time to give up for a while
Hermit king
Close myself off from the outside fires
To attack myself is such a strange desire
Hermit king
Pretend this nightmare is some great dream
Give in again since it is as bad as it all seems
Hermit king, dying inside while living
Hermit king, no hope I bring
By Adam Keith McElwain
Copyright Adam Keith McElwain Poetry
