Isolated Love

Isolated Love

Distance, it seems to be a task added to THE list of my life.

Isolation, it seems to be an etiquette which resides from light to dark, most waking hours, conquering a majority of my dreams.

Formulation has evolved from desire and hope, to despair and uncertainty.

Seperation exists, self fulfilled and self loathed.

Yet, there is that which still exists.
Something that resides in the very existence of me, always and forever. That in itself belongs because it must, always. With the utmost certainty.

For no matter, fault in thyself, a divide birthed from growing, consequence that holds a blinding unworthy hold onto oneself.

Love, remains.

Happiness must always come from within.
Love, remains.
Yet, with surprise, can love expire?
Remain still....
What will come of this, my life, my purpose. Uncertainty is all too foreign, yet my utmost reality.

Reviews

[Sapientiam]

Uncertainty can bring the biggest surprises in our life. Sometimes, it's better to be unsure of what love has in store. Through all of the pain of isolation and fears, there is that lingering that instills hope into us, like there is still a purpose to hold on. I really loved the way you wrote this. You personified certain concepts like self-loath that brings more life to the poem itself. Great job, indeed!