Isolate

Slumped in this enclosed space of quietness, Tightened and bound to the boredom of lonesomeness.

Too many days have gone and lingered, Bountiful seconds hopelessly surrendered.

Faded echoes of eerie humming, From the stillness of the streets containing nothing.

Deprived of a congested rumbling melody, Yearning for a taste of real energy.

Togetherness yet torn apart, Holding on for none to depart.

For time is our only offering, To keep safe in this world from suffering.

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Colleen

Colleen is a second-year student in the professional writing program at Algonquin College. She enjoys reading, old school zombie movies, family game nights and currently found a new passion for poetry. She is either busy doing assignments or playing Mario party with her daughter on the weekends.