The bleakness of isolation

Have you ever been choked by loneliness? I mean, suffocated and asphyxiated? With a voice stifled in the isolation of nothingness where none can truly hear or even understand despite explanations? The feeling that you are alive yet dead; a zombie that is queer in both reality and fantasy? You try, you give, you seek…but nothing. You entreat, you hope, you reach…but nothing. Yes you should be happy, should be joyful and pealing with hearty laughter in felicity…but something is amiss, something is lost, something needs to be found. You try to live in the moment, but yours is a static eternity of restless tension. A constipation of energy you can never seem to quite find and release. Oh fate..what yoke is this? When will the beacon hatch through this dense fog of night? The calm one finds his abode in this stillness, but the impetuous heart of agitation drowns. His river of tears and aching soul consuming him in the tempest of lonesomeness. Barricaded in isolation, imprisoned in seclusion, yet impregnated with longings of liberation and vibrant activity. He fights, he battles, he struggles valiantly; but he wearies to the precipice of fatigue. Liberation, I prithee hearken to the persecuted heart! The strength is finite, the will is limited, the courage is lilliputian. As the hourglass of forbearance soon expires, the enervated soul beseeches thee to intervene with the light of hope!

~Ikenna Q Ezealah

About Ikenna Q Ezealah

Ikenna Q Ezealah is a writer, author and essayist whose themes embrace human-spiritual development.
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