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Isolation’s prison here defines
My limitations, all I see
Silence punctuated by
Discordant, harsh cacophony
And sharp, blood soaked imagery
Deep within the soul of me
And feeding on my energy
There’s nothing else, no more for me
No more for me
I live a thousand deaths within
A moment that will stretch to years
This soulless war’s machinery
Is grinding merciless its gears
I counted each and every fear
Within my mind’s cold hemisphere
And this alone, alone is clear
It’s me alone, with no-one near
With no-one near
And oft-repeated is the pain
And what is nightmare, what is dream?
They play me music but I hear
The melody as wretched screams
I cannot move at all it seems
Or tell them of these harsh extremes
Releasing all my might have beens
With Charon I’m floating far downstream
Floating far downstream
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s prompt at : http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/tale-weavers-prompt-26/
helenvalentina 
beautiful words helen 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂
Oh wow Helen I knew you would write something brilliant and you have! I love the haunted, ominous pace of this poem and there are too many fabulous lines to name. I wish I’d written it myself because it is incredible!
Thank you that is so kind!! 🙂
I love how you have described the desolation and entrapment! Really nice!
Thank you so much!! 🙂
Love the rhythmic beat of this poem, it works into like heart-beat … a fantastic write 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Oh my, how you write beautifully…your words flow so nicely. My thoughts relate so well with yours but oh, you have such a gift!
Thank you so much, that is so kind of you!! 🙂