hiatus.

everything is on

pause 

the world has stopped

while i listen to echoes

of words i used to know

everything is on

hold

aching brain hollowed

autumnal winds rustling through

the crisp fallen leaves contained within

everything is too

much

i can't handle the touch of others

when all i want

is to feel the clasp of your fingers

twirled round mine

in the darkness of my hermitage

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

A lovely writing with that tranquil gentleness i have come to associate you with..i love the format..
Life comes to sing the most beautiful notes in these pauses..we are one with the pristine cycle of our own breathing entwined with desire,yearning,disgust..all and everything entwined in that tenderness.

[miSS LEaf]

Jennyyyy...... so good to see you *hugs*
i feel this poem a lot; missed your tender voice

[DavidRyanM]

I love the structure of this. I read the the one part as the title, and the indented paragraph as fast as I could, only slowing down to slowly read the titles. Well done, dear. "The darkness of my hermitage" is a brilliant way to say that. I envy that line a lot.