Isolation

The seclusion seeping in as I drift off into a deep slumber,

Remembering the day as an absolute blunder.

Thoughts racing through my mind,

A million miles a minute.

Wondering how we got here,

And if it’s possible to still spin it.

A solid reminder from the once suppressed thought,

That lingers in the back of my brain like a solid twist in a plot.

Coming out only when my mind slowly unravels,

Turning each and every corner, like whipping around a road covered in gravel.

The rocks turn to ash, which slowly turns to dust,

It settles in silently as a big pile of mush.

The acceptance, I guess, is the hardest part,

After all those years that you slowly broke my heart.

The tiny little fragments laid silently on the floor,

Until the day came where they could be bottled up no more.