Isolation
isolation is more than the entrapment of flesh
it is the barrenness of the mind and soul
the lack of lifes punctuation
though faces and bodies are present
revolving in circles as the roles you play
play out
and then once again the core of being
returns to sit on its island
internalized into apathy
where color and sound has no meaning
its a cycle where we choose the same again and again
bound by chains we don't even see
much less comprehend
isolation is where pain stops
only to be defined again with a different type of meaning
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