Isolated necessity

Communication is the key to humanity Yet when that channel shuts down within, What is one to do? Where is one to go? How is one to establish that much needed connection? To their fellow humans When the understanding that used to flow so freely Dissipates slowly until it is all but gone Where does one look to find the answers? Is it to one’s self that one must look? The age old question is then asked.. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I ? When did I? How do I? When will this come right? Questions, that at moments like these Are not likely to be answered any time soon Confusion felt so sharply, so strongly That it clouds all opinion and foresight Lost, that is where this leaves one And when one is lost, one cannot find their way back They flail in their own self created isolation An isolation felt to be necessary for mere survival Not meant, yet instituted for self preservation. Or done on purpose to stop feeling, stop hurting The answer is not easily reached on how to find the way back The solution, not easily found When all understanding is lost, compassion seems to leave to The mere need from one human to another Is lost in translation, misunderstood and so wrongly interpreted How then, does one get that connection back? Some times, just sometimes one never does And all that is left to do, is shut down Stop feeling, stop communicating To just cease to be