Isolation
Isolation
Silence
My old foe.
It stalks me with its unforgiving glare.
I hide in the wooden harness,
Someone solemn.
Courage
My distant memory.
It taunts me with its sinister whisper.
I gaze beyond the point of no return,
Somewhere solemn.
Freedom
My vanishing treasure.
It vacates me with its harrowing loathing.
I fight off the urge to let go,
Something solemn.
Solace.
Something forgotten.
It holds my fate in its callous clutch.
I plummet through the timber prison.
Numb.
Copyright © Rob Dadley | Year Posted 2016
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