he says nothing, no-one listenshe sheds no tears, no-one caresin his veins the mantra throbsI am nothing I am no-oneI have nothing I have no-oneisolation, alienationhis body curls around despair
LizardClock by Sergei Rukavishnikov
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I write stories. Sometimes I take photos.The photos of me were taken by Ron CoThe art is by Sergei RukavishnikovI’m Australian, and I thank Muds for that.
perfect description of a prisoner in endless solitary confinement
Thank you, Phil, and it comes in so many forms, doesn’t it, this “endless solitary confinement”.
– Alenka Co
Oh yes…so many forms, and apparent to no one but the prisoner. Metaphor and allegory are bombarding my mind, forming tales of many prisoners.
“apparent to no one but the prisoner”
That form is, I think, the hardest to deal with, impossible to share or get help.
Wow……. solitary dispair ? not to worry… what goes around… life is a cycle.
Thank you. I think true despair is always solitary.
Congratulations, moving work.
Thank you, Donna. I very much appreciate it.