Isolation Poem by Deborah Mach

Alone i sit, thoughts float by.
I hear the wind outside, the
breath of the sleeping dogs;
let sleeping dogs lie?
My feelings, emotions were
like sleeping dogs.
I woke them, stumbled
and stepped on tails.
They leapt and yelped,
then slowly, slept again.


Alone i sit, thoughts float by.
The chill seeps through the panes,
it creeps into my shell, my bones.
I would wrap in comfort,
but sorrow is my cover.
Comfort has lost its protection.
Worn thin with age,
ivory-smells of cedar from a box,
stiff, unused these many days.
The chill seeps through the panes.


Alone i sit, thoughts float by.
Darkness swallows the outside world,
Wraps the house, mouth agape.
Ready to inhale this life inside,
its icy breath whispers, 'Relief.'
In near silence, cold numbing
emotions sleep, comfort lost.
Death's darkness bids, 'Relief.'
Alone i sit, thoughts float by.
Darkness is the outside world.