Neither sadness nor joy reign,
in the black hole of my dwelling;
no tales of wonder or woeful words,
no cheery news, for telling.
The light of sun hides behind
growing clouds of discontent.
Devoid of light my chilled bones shake,
beneath flesh of disappointment.
No color paints this lifeless world,
only shades of black and gray.
I can find no desire within me,
to chase clouds of nothingness away.
Music freezes in frigid empty air,
that carries no tune nor tone.
No friendly face seeks to cheer me.
I am left, so desperately alone.
Empty blood pulses in empty veins,
in a useless, vacuous heart.
Time stands still in freeze frame
waiting for a reason to start.
Food has no purpose, no taste,
in a world swirling with apathy.
Empty words flow from empty lips,
spitting cold, empty lies at me.
My spirit starves for something,
I grasp in blind desperation,
but nothing's there to take my hand
in my self-imposed isolation
Author notes
I used the title as my prompt Alienation
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A high level of alienation here, and you have captured it well. Depression and "self-imposed isolation". Some of us just play at that but this alienated person has it down pat. Like the form you've chosen to depict their plight. Or maybe it's not a plight for them, since it is self imposed. A bit scary really but I enjoyed it.
Thank you for entering my contest.
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Singularly good
I liked almost every aspect of this -and as a rule, I like more cheerful things.I especially liked the last verse, although, paradoxically, it also kept making me think of improvements. I find this often happens with better poems; I suppose, because one has not the enthusiasm to improve dross, if that does not sound too arrogant.
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Maybe I just have this headache to blame but I have no idea if you liked my poem.
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I am proud of my lucid style.....
but as it happens, I am suffering the most excruciating tooth-ache, and stink of oil of cloves, so perhaps between your head-ache and my ttooth-ache, well, you get the idea. Yes, I liked it a lot.
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First off I love the last three lines. This is definitely a poem that gets better as it goes on but I don't so much fancy the beginning the first stanza or two has no flow and didn't capture my attention at all I think you need to tinker with them. Other than that this poem is great.
I love the diction
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