he says nothing, no-one listens
he sheds no tears, no-one cares
in his veins the mantra throbs
I am nothing I am no-one
I have nothing I have no-one
isolation, alienation
his 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 Co
The art is by Sergei Rukavishnikov
I’m Australian, and I thank Muds for that.

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  • phillipcmiller
    phillipcmillerover 1 year ago

    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

  • phillipcmiller
    phillipcmillerover 1 year ago

    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.

    – Alenka Co

    MINDSETover 1 year ago

    Wow……. solitary dispair ? not to worry… what goes around… life is a cycle.

  • Thank you. I think true despair is always solitary.

    – Alenka Co

  • Donna19
    Donna19over 1 year ago

    Congratulations, moving work.

  • Thank you, Donna. I very much appreciate it.

    – Alenka Co

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