Isolation

 

Over the years

I’ve run from

The isolation

That now confronts me.

It is still empty

But no longer desolate

Now in it I find solace.

I still cry

But I no longer

Wish to die.

My tears stain my face

But are comforted

By my
Isolation.

 

In my isolation

I can think

My thoughts become

Incandescent

They burn into my brain

Like the flame from a candle.

 

I revel in the conundrum

That is life.

Its crooks and turns

Become clear

As I now know

Which way I should steer.

I’ve always thought

I should wonder the

Road not taken.

Now I feel I should delve deeper into my journey.

I went back in to the recesses of my mind

And found that you

Were the cause of my

Emptiness.

 

You made me feel unloved.

You brought disparity into

My world

My isolation

You made me resent

Myself

When it is you

I should resent.

 

I allowed you to take me

To places that

Were far away from

Bliss.

I find it is your world that is

Uninhabitable

Not mine.

-----Sheenae Westmoreland

Reviews

[Kaleidoscope Apocalypse]

This is a nice piece. There are a few places where some punctuation would make it an easier read, less confusing, but over all I like the story line behind it. You've done a nice job with this poem and I'm looking forward to reading some more.