Isolation

Moments of cold bitter isolation 
Against you digging like rose thorns prickling your sides,
Impossible to forget, normality to endure the reoccurring heartache,
Intense pain thunders in torso, ticker and thinker,
Lights swirl in your cranium, along with floating frowns of society
Together looking down upon your cadaverous frame

Moments of melancholy,
Pulling you into the depths of your abyss,
Swapping cruelty and chaos for depression and desolate feelings
That uncomfortable silence so sharp and solemn
You sense you world shatter beneath your very eyes
The high pitch scream of your soul disappears into near misery

An empty form battles an empty heart longing for the spring
To row down the forest green river meeting in the middle
Rowing into anticipation and elation