Isolated like the emotions I have held for many years.
The cold weighs hard on my bones.
As the dark clouds begin to gather,
Quiet surrounds the air.
The rural space echoes with stillness.
The picturesque image engraved in my mind.
Like a single tree embedded in a field,
The wavy grass hangs around to help ease the loneliness it feels.
The sheep wander aimlessly in this desolate sphere.
initial thoughts:
negative imagery
dark portrayal
emotionally detatched from sociaty
apocalypse
end of the world
isolation/lonliness
withdrawn
lonely
secluded
sadness
time
perception
cold
escape
general public/masses
prisoner
freedom
dream
realisation
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