IsolationA Poem by Mark Witterick‘Isolation’ Trapped. Alone. Again. I know this cycle, Tis my daily bread. I see no changes, Till my eternal bed. Darkness. Rest. Avoidance. The struggle no use, I can never escape, The noose it beckons My mind again awake. Rise. Return. Suffer. This time it succeeds, My goal finally achieved. Is it what I wanted? Too soon to say… © 2016 Mark Witterick |
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Added on October 17, 2016Last Updated on October 17, 2016 AuthorMark WitterickUnited KingdomAboutI am a person I believe. I make stuff. I like feedback. more..Writing
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