Darkness covers me, like a blanket
Shadows, surround my thoughts
My arms wrap tightly round me
Deserted, no ones home
You keep me isolated
My only friend, just you
Smiles ne’er intrude our space
With you, I’m safe and whole
The thorns of my emotions
Keep rising from deep inside
Always in your shadows
Always in your arms
I cannot see the rose
Only thorns of pain
Madness all around me
Keeps me huddled tight
Tomorrow, won’t be different
It will always be the same
Fear keeps me shaking
My spirits tattered, worn
Darkness gives me comfort
Forever, all alone
2016©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Poetry
Word Count: 100
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Inside the Mind of Isadora 
February 14, 2017 at 12:01 pm
Beautiful touch. Expressed very well. Reminded me of my mother and her swing, now hanging alone.
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February 14, 2017 at 4:18 pm
The swing sounds like another metaphor for isolation or loneliness or perhaps loss.
I can imagine a story in that too. Thank you for sharing that with me, Indira.
I appreciate your stopping by and leaving your special comment.
Isadora 😎
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February 14, 2017 at 4:15 am
Lovely introspective piece, Isadora. I really get a sense of the isolation, coping with it an emotional and physical level and how all of that feels in the darkness. Very well done.
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February 14, 2017 at 4:21 pm
I’m pleased you were able to feel what I was trying to convey in my words in the poem.
My mother is the influence for the poem. She dealt with isolation in great depth.
Thank you, Amy, for your very complimentary comment. I appreciate your visiting too.
Isadora 😎
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February 14, 2017 at 12:49 am
Not sad, thoughtful.
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February 14, 2017 at 1:54 am
I felt a great deal of introspection the more I looked at the photo.
My mother had dark moments. Perhaps, she was guiding my thoughts.
Thank you, Dawn, for visiting and your thoughtful comment.
Isadora 😎
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February 13, 2017 at 12:19 am
Lovely writing- i could read and read this, its not often that I feel that.
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February 13, 2017 at 4:19 pm
Your kind words have brought a smile to my face, Michael.
Thank you kindly.
Isadora 😎
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February 12, 2017 at 9:21 pm
I’m glad you wrote about the isolation of the chair. Your words made me feel lonely and sad. Beautifully done.
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February 13, 2017 at 4:22 pm
The chair looked lost and yet it may have a huge amount of hidden stories.
I wrote a story in grade school about a chair. This photo brought that to mind too.
Alicia, I’m pleased you thought my approach was a good one. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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February 12, 2017 at 11:16 am
Melancholic reflection, but it’s good that you wrote about how the picture made you feel, rather than what you simply saw. I like that.
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February 12, 2017 at 4:49 pm
Oh, Sandra, how I appreciate that you liked my approach for the prompt.
I went with my first thoughts. Thank you for visiting and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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February 11, 2017 at 5:18 pm
Not the obvious direction at all. And that’s what makes it even more intriguing. Sad, the walls that we build. Or simply get used to. Beautifully haunting poetry.
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February 11, 2017 at 9:19 pm
Thank you, Emilio, for your very special comment and for visiting.
I think sometimes I like to write what I feel from the photo prompt instead of the visually obvious.
I’m glad you liked my way of approaching it.
Isadora 😎
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February 11, 2017 at 1:38 pm
Love your name. Lovely poem, but it made me sad.
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February 11, 2017 at 9:20 pm
I adore my name. It was rather big for me as a child but I fit right into it today. ~~~ : – )
I went with the feeling the photo prompt conveyed to me rather then the obvious.
Thank you for visiting and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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February 11, 2017 at 10:27 am
Lovely, beautiful, melancholy writing
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February 11, 2017 at 9:22 pm
The obvious isolation of the chair brought about the feelings of melancholy rather than the
obvious image. Thank you, Michael, for your insightful comment.
Isadora 😎
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February 10, 2017 at 5:56 pm
Issy have you ever been published?
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February 11, 2017 at 8:18 am
I’m putting together a few things to create a book. I’m looking into my options.
I think it’s time. I’ve been writing for a long time. Your loyal following helps to spur me on.
Thank you, Gilly, for always being very encouraging.
Hope you have a relaxing and peaceful weeknd
Issy 😎
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February 10, 2017 at 4:21 pm
Beautiful, Isadora!
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February 11, 2017 at 8:16 am
PJ, thank you soooo much. Have a super special weekend.
Isadora 😎
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February 11, 2017 at 1:16 pm
You have a super special weekend too Isadorra!
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February 10, 2017 at 4:10 pm
Good, tight construction and so well-put. I could almost put a character in that poem and see her do interesting things.
Gee WHIZ, that was a downer! But a well-written one. 😉
Tengas un al fin de semana excelente. 🙂
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February 11, 2017 at 8:15 am
Super comment there for my peotic words this week. Yes, the isolated chair seemed a bit ominous. The perfect setting for a sadly dramatic story.
You might say I was having an urban moment and poetry fit the strategy. Gracias, mi amigo ….
Isadora 😎
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February 10, 2017 at 2:28 pm
That was indeed very lovely, Isadora, though hauntingly sad
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February 11, 2017 at 8:01 am
The isolated chair felt ominous. I went with the feeling more than the obvious.
I’m pleased you enjoyed it, Dale. Yes, it’s a sad and haunting poem. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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February 10, 2017 at 1:25 pm
Querida Isadora,
This makes me want to wrap my arms around you. Lovely writing, but oh demasiado triste, mi amiga.
Shalom, abrazos y cariño,
Rochelle
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February 11, 2017 at 7:59 am
Querida Rochelle,
Si es muy triste. 😥Gracia por su abrazo. 😍
The isolated chair had a ominous feel for me. I went with the feelings.
I don’t usually write poetry that much but lately I’ve been doing a bit more of it.
It was a lot more difficult to get to 100 words. I’m pleased you found it to be lovely.
Thank you … for visiting, your kind comment and for hosting FF.
Abrazos y carino,
Isadora 😎
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