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  • Flash Fiction

Poetry Corner 

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In these times of celebration, we have been left to feel so isolated in order to remain safe, but what a price we pay for our solitude.   


            Isolation

Isolation has taken on new meaning,
In this time of social distance
When no one can hear our grieving
We must now grieve alone There are times when it is hard to be alone,H
d to face some hard realities, 

Desolation can be a devastating location, 
I don’t want to be alone, 
I don’t want to go through this 
Alone.  
There are quiet hours,
When I feel like I am caged,
I have no place to go, 
I have no way out, 

I want to just in my car
And drive away.
Silence used to be precious,
Now it marks the hours
When I can hear my own heartbeat
Solitary is a sentence,
Not a way of life.
Isolation is where you will find
me, 
​

Not on Zoom or Tik Tok
Because the look in my eyes
Tells the whole
isolation now means to me.
And it has taken on a whole new meaning, 
Now that I have seen it for what it really is.
There are no symphonies left, 
In this silence 
​
Nothing at all.  




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