Somewhere to feed, Somewhere to succeed, Somewhere to intercede, Somewhere to concede.  Unable to connect, Unable to correct, Unable to dissect, Am I suspect? Of the recent distortion, Of all the commotion, Of built up emotion, With my veins ready for exertion.  I can… I will… Proceed into the light, Achieve in hindsight, Forever isolated with my reflection.  Engaged to go in only one direction.

By Timothy M. Ivory

#Isolation #pain #Poems #poetry

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