I choose to live as a recluse

why is this you may ask

because I would rather hang by noose

than spend one more moment there.

the chaos and the destruction

lingers in those city walls

yet alone forests provide construction

life and love within it’s leaves.

In perfect love and perfect trust

the forest shelters life

rather than utter chaos and sickening lust

that the city provides.

A tree gifts protection

and love to it’s inhabitants

rather than simply shun

and turn them away

The forest cares for all life

where as the city hates

the city is a double edges knife

and the forest a blanket

One provides protection, as though a fort

also warmth on a cold eve

the other harms for sport

and ends your life with ease

So I live my life as a recluse

and as you see why

I would rather hand by noose

than spend a moment in civilization