poem... The Hermit

THE HERMIT

I stand on my cliff.
Watching the valley below.
My staff in my left hand.
The lamp in my rigth.

Long ago I left them.
Their turmoil they can own alone.
I had enough.
So now I watch the valley below.

My cloack worn and tatered.
Dust it has collected.
Still it keeps me warm.
So now I watch the valley below.

Surrvival is all they have.
Surrvival is all i need.
They need more.
So now i watch the valley below.

Once they came to me for answers.
Answers they could answer themselves.
I could no longer be the mirror.
So now i watch the valley below.

My past took me no where.
Their future built a city.
Who was the fool?
So now i watch the valley below.

Wander endlessly at night.
Thinking of everything yet nothing.
Finding myself.
So now a watch the valley below.

Do they see my light?
Do they rememeber?
I do not care.
So now i watch the valley below.

I hold no powers.
Just observer.
Observe the pointlessness of me.
So now i watch the valley below.

A scream is just as good.
A whispper is just as good.
To ears unhearing.
So now i watch the valley below.