Isolation

yea exactly the title

 

 

And All He Asked Of Me Was This…

 “Describe to me how you feel when you are lonely?”

And I asked …

   “Why…What Does It Matter?”

He didn’t say anything else….

 

                When it hits…It’s like something tears. Just a hole.

       A little one, it’s light.

 But, my chest collapses in onto itself

           when I finally inhale, it’s sharp.

 Deceptive… “ I’m missing you” s and that rippling affect…

          and the muscles of

My back clench, and my spine tingles.

                              Like a cramp, my body becomes a giant

Pill bug and instincts take over.

                          My greatest fear, reality always a tremendous force

rocking me back and forth,

      And I’m drinking my own salt water.

           I exhale because my diaphragm can’t take it, it’s heavy, and cold and slow…and

                        it’s steam.

My eyes burn, dosed in hot liquid and like my breath my body is heavy… my mind

       sheds the masks with it‘s own heat….reality…is I am insignificant….

I am isolationist…and desolation.

     Whatever Spirit I had has been burnt away,

But there it is… a reanimated phoenix

Once again…..every time,

                          you talk to me…