this isolation

Written June 2011. Where you see “[…]” are the parts I added. This poem reminds me that just a while ago everything was going wrong. And now I see the beauty of the silent love.

It takes getting used to
This isolation
This notion of being alone
This feeling that yearns

embracing the [breeze]
The empty calls that speaks affection
They are nowhere near
Just a silent reverberating fear, [this isolation]

Beside is just [me concealing the light]
No returning conversation
Just me speaking [the shadow]
When the bloom is nothing but desolation

[What was] cherished is now crashing
[Crimson] Hearts left for the burning [no more beating]
Nothing seems like it used to
Just another bitter hopeful dream [welcoming nothing]

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