we write now past anger,
but nearer to the closing
…
the period of our lives, here,
at the end of this poem
and with every day,
every word, every look,
i·so·la·tion
is now redefined as:
des·o·la·tion
(a state of complete emptiness or destruction barrenness bleakness starkness misery melancholy gloom bareness dismalness grimness aridity sterility wildness anguished misery loneliness despondency despair distress)
now, it too is redefined as:
we can no longer look at our children faces...
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
we write now past anger,
but nearer to the closing
…
the period of our lives, here,
at the end of this poem
and with every day,
every word, every look,
i·so·la·tion
is now redefined as:
des·o·la·tion
(a state of complete emptiness or destruction barrenness bleakness starkness misery melancholy gloom bareness dismalness grimness aridity sterility wildness anguished misery loneliness despondency despair distress)
now, it too is redefined as:
we can no longer look at our children faces...
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