The Worm Has Turned

He's gone!

The worm has turned and fled
Back to his lonely lair
At the sight of a friendly hand.

Not for him the warmth and embrace of
A kindred spirit.

He shuns contact with anyone who dares
Ask for his empathy.

Such weakness is not for a soldier poet like him
As he toils away on yet another masterpiece.

Checking his e-mails and finding an empty folder
He sighs;

Nothing will ever be the same again.