I am isolated in this isolation,
In this dark cell,
With darkness darkening me every second,
I am isolated in this isolation,
There’s no hope, No love,
Neither peace nor noise,
But just the uneven silence,
Attacking my mind, my heart, my soul;
Decaying me every moment,
I am isolated in this isolation,
There’s nobody to hear me,
There’s nobody to answer me,
It’s just me,
To hear myself scream,
That: 'I am isolated',
Prisoner to this-
Haunting prison,
I am isolated,
Stuck in myself,
where there’s no air,
I have already ceased breathing,
This isolation has already killed me,
Let’s do this formality of death sentence,
For I am isolated, in this isolation,
Another dead body to this silent grave.
I am isolated in this isolation, There’s nobody to hear me, There’s nobody to answer me...... i hear my own screams........silent grave....... pathetic....... depression, loneliness, separation......... life and its terrible problems........ all pictured well in this poem. thank u very much dear poetess. tony
Fantastic! What a moving description of a prisoner's life! Some lines are ringing in our ears. Ten marks. You might have experienced the pain when your nearone or dearone had been put into the prison. It is a rose bloomed out of fire and mire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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