Human Hermit

Shadowed away by the open shower,
Streaks of wetness mixed with soap,
leaving not a single trace,
of the vision that tears would blur.

Hiding behind the blasting music,
with grief that eats inwardly,
she crumbles to the floor,
with hiccups that none will hear.

Tucking her head in her pulled in legs,
the mists slowly shrouds her frame,
hoping to avoid life the malicious beast,
she waits for God take her hand.