©2021

i s o l a t i o n 

i  s  o  l  a  t  I  o  n 

I       solation

solitary

and alone

thoughts, ideas – desires

wishes, hopes, dreams

ever an aloneliness

little changes

it seems

silence

in a vacuum

is louder

than

the silence in my head

questions persist

answers rarely arise

out of the bleak

landscape

of our lives

time trickles

meanders like my thoughts

to return to tomorrow

a s3ns3

of serenity, forced

exists

in this compound

of hermitage

courage continues

to persuade me

to continue this difficult

quest toward normality

in this cocoon of silent

embrace

where arguments are

watched but

unheard

as day devolves to day

week to month

time trickles sadly

ahead

and one fulsome fear

arises from this ash

to become struck

stricken

with/by this invader

this voleur of living

such that I were required

forcibly it would appear

to join those others close

to death and dying

in such a place of

hopeful care

and the crying

heard about

would be in part

my own

for to face death

there in that place

without those loves about

restricted to

solitary confinement

confined to die

alone

and wanting

only to see, once again

those loves

michael moore 2020