Isolation

Routine Lapse Pt. XIII of X

So you’re feeling rather down,
and the world doesn’t seem
As such a great place as before.
Doesn’t seem like it wants you anymore.
You catch yourself staring out the window
In hopes of seeing something new
But all that you’re able to find
is some more wasted time.
The door seems farther each day,
Gradually slipping away.
At night, nothing seems right,
The cold isolation sets in, once again.
And the barrier you create,
Becomes your ill’ fate,
As death creeps closer each day.

Reviews

[Helen Woodward]

I think I'll just go and slash both my wrists! This is depressing, but very true. What is the answer to this scenario? I think that this type of loneliness is debilitatng because the person simply gives up on life and waits for death to come; and sees it as a solution...sad to the max.
Well written and summed up with either experience or extensive resaerch.
Cheers,
Helen :-)

[Sean Augy]

I liked it. It's a great expression of loneliness and helplessness. It was really good.
~Augy

[Emily B]

"We find ourselves a place apart
behind light words that tease and flout
but, oh, the agitated heart
'til someone finds us really out."

"'Tis pity if the case require
or so we say, that in the end
we speak the literal to inspire
the understanding of a friend."

"But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are. "
R. Frost

Robert Fulghum commented on the poem by saying, "Get found, kid!" Sometimes, we have to remember to come back from wherever it is we've been.