head
isolation is the worst
when you're
walking around in your
own head but no one
can see you are lost.
isolation is the worst
when you're surrounded
by people but none of them
you can trust.
isolation is the worst
when you're surrounded by
water but it's all salted.
isolation is the worst
when your head is your
only friend but it feels like
seas of salt tears.
isolation is the worst
when the only thing
you need to figure out
is you.

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watercolor thoughts [completed]
Poetrypoetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight