Isolation

What I wouldn’t give for a smile

An open door, a gentle touch

Some pretty flowers, stay awhile

The coldness, isolation

Gravity of situation

Distant stars, no sound

Cold trees, no wind

Walls closing in all around

Unconditional love is lacking

Sanity begins slacking

Phone rings, neighbors stare

No conversation, so unfair

Dark rushes in

So the wait begins…

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