Losing momentum
Tethered to the hearth
Running out of rope
Running out of words
Heard them all before
Shadowed steps
Pacing holes in the floor
Tag Archives: Isolation
Castaway Head
The wilderness within
Stranded near eighty days
Carve another notch
Isolation eats away
Islands of the mind
Growing smaller by the moment
The ever rising tide
I wake, fearing I might drown
Desert isles on an ocean
Always losing ground
Abandoned Years and Lost Futures
Vivid dreams of days long past, bringing me to tears
Memories of carefree play, bursting with good cheer
Memories of myself, always standing to the side
Lost opportunities
Lost my inner child
Declining to take part
Now I’m all alone with my closely guarded heart
Dark Descent
I am of a world in between
Seldom seen by common folk
Apart from reality
I thrive when I’m alone
I’m the unknown
The mystery
A moment of suspense
A coin in a wishing well, just before it hits the surface
“Lost” is a Perspective
I know I don’t belong
I see it plain as day
Becoming clearer, as I move further away
Straying from the path
Pushing through the undergrowth
Into the trees
Bushwhacked
Adrift
Three in the morning is a strange time
A quiet hour
I often find myself in bed
Eyes wide
I rise, head over to my desk
I test the air, night chill
Shiver up my spine
Fog settled thick over fields
Fog blanketing my mind
The quiet hour
Cold, damp and strange
Isolation
Lost in the grey
Static Loss
Lingering
Somewhere out of sight
Little active presence despite an active mind
Time passing
Whittle it away
Essence waning with each moment that I waste
Fixated on the ghosts of progress
Those lost futures that I dreamt
A Ghost Ship
Untrained, untethered, unfettered from without
Unmoored all of a lifetime
Knowing only my own doubts
Drowning out the noise
The winds of change ring in my ears
I hear only my voice
I only feel the years
I speak only my mind and desire little else
I am the wind, I am the sail, the ship and every swell
Catching Up. Wearing Down.
Isolation in my nature
The world is catching up
Turns out being stuck at home isn’t very fun
For years I’ve said as much
I’m not on vacation
Some days I need a cane to walk
Twenty eight and fading fast
Body breaking down
Mind ever lasts
Casting light on deepest suffering
Crushed by the reality that it will stop at nothing
Lonescape
Ever present, changes slow
No movement to the naked eye
I’m the weathered mountain face
The world denied
Left to largely lifeless heights
Brave souls and broken minds, finding courage for the climb
Time spent, seeking out the summit
Thin air, chapped lips and a wind so cold and loveless
Shoving you toward the edge
The lonely ‘scape
Didn’t get this way by chance
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