Silence
Has anyone ever told you the truth about isolation?
No, not the tranquil kind.
The one with a physical presence.
The one that coils around you and squeezes until you implode.
Where you’re alone, but you’re not really alone,
surrounded by a tangible darkness,
suddenly hyper-aware of every single thought that flickers through your consciousness.
Suffer in silence, they say.
Celebrate in silence, they forget to add.
It’s like a one-man circus,
Orchestrating impossible feats alone.
And when they laugh, I’m crestfallen.
“Don’t rain on my parade”
I sob,
standing at the bottom of the lake.
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