Cabin out by a calm lake.
Serene place to contemplate.
Wile away days til my hearts content.
Nothing to interfere with hermit intent.
I’m not a judge, or a king.
Only a simple human being.
Battle has made me weary.
It clouded my soul so cruelly.
Society tries to drive a wedge deep.
Made my every movement feel incomplete.
I’m no lord, or a liar.
Just someone wanting peace and quiet.
Traitors for a cause.
Never think to offer pause.
Too busy with their machinations.
All things that brought me fristrations.
And so i withdrew.
Took too the peeks.
Forged myself a new identity.
Without the screams.
Without the slaughter.
I much prefer this quarter.
I’m no soldier, or secret schemer.
Just a man wanting to be sincere.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 