Isolation III

by Deborah Karen Tash on September 12, 2012

Isolation III
I know that a word
Spoken
Sent
Written
Closes wounds

Old hurts fester in
The absence of contact
Loneliness swells
Like a huge hidden boil
Obscuring hope

Waiting for that word
Becomes an act of futility
Longing mixed with withdrawal
Builds the wall
To complete the sense of loss

09SEP12     TASH

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