Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Five Poetic Breaths (1/5)

ALONE

Alone seems like a good idea
in theory
a carving out
 from others
Space and time and distance
 to decompress
  and re-inflate

But not to him.

Alone
is utter despair
isolation
at this stage
in this flow
to be alone
is to be damned
alienated
utterly without
hope

When does this transform
metamorphose
When will solitude be a welcome respite?

Not today
likely, not tomorrow

But one day, not so far down the road
Alone will be welcomed, embraced, even sought
Today, though, the world has forsaken him.




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