The Pandemic of Isolation
Solitude; a divine blessing.., a damnable curse!
No contrasting soul in my midst.., simply the
glaring, dubious kinship of me, myself, and I
Seclusion; the only condition in which a man
can learn of himself.., a lone entity in space
where organic matter in all its tangible glory
ceases to exist.., a state in which one’s mind
can take its ease in the bowels of nothingness
Loneliness; a dreadful sword that hangs above me!
Nothing, no one to direct and express my frustrations
incurred from daily life, no one to touch, and no one
to touch me! Eloquent words uttered with no one to
be enlightened by them are vain and useless things!
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