Poetry Corner: Isolation

The isolation of confusion,

The solitary of truth

Our dimly lit existence

I don’t know how much time is left

Every second is a moment of forever

And yet it may be never


It feels like the rain

It doesn’t feel like pain

The numbness of persistence

What matters doesn’t matter

Could the lights go out

And tell me the truth about heaven


Instead, I am sitting here

Alone in every crowd

Saying tears are not allowed

While my soul is weeping a river

But I’ll never drown,

The novelty is lost

Whoever pays the cost

Only time has passed

Nothing is any clearer.


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