POETRY

When Life Stands Stolid

The weight of isolation and sorrow presses upon the heart.

in the depths of despair a haunting stillness settles enveloping the soul in an eerie calm stolid like dead, life appears frozen void of movement and vitality it is a perception that grips the senses casting shadows of desolation upon every breath the world once vibrant and alive now feels hushed devoid of the pulsating rhythm of existence in this melancholic state the weight of isolation and sorrow presses upon the heart leaving an indelible mark

stolid like dead that’s how it seems to me

Published 12th April 2018

©Emika Oka

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