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isolation
the isolation is fierce
we learned to get by
survival and fittest
in the grimness we try
self reliance gets harder
the grey spells get longer
each time it seems farther
you don't actually get stronger
alone with a dragon
that claims peaceful intent
its wings sing of freedom
its claws carve my breast
and when we - I - turn inwards
for too many days - months - years
where we connect to others
grows atrophied not healed
the hours commit these crimes
a calendar adventing horror
the knots that we tied in time
unravel before we can bother
when our thoughts begin to echo
no, too much far gone past
when our feelings cannot follow
or help us interact
what's left but despair?
not much more to say
the years promise stale air
nothing more but the same
and the space echoes empty
with no laughter to heal
laughter? We'd give up for a fight
just something to make us feel real
the isolation grows ominous
this answer will never, ever do
I fear for so many of us
those I have met
and those who are much like you
the isolation is fierce
we learned to get by
10/30/2023
Demo - 2023 11 02
© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org
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