isolation’s irony falls,
flurrying fast—
flying phantom flakes—
in a sea of glitter white.
the colorless glare
an endless void—
sightless growing glow—
filled with the echoes
of the unaware,
guarded ghosts,
and demonstrably
defiant demons
determined
to deny a
welcoming
space.
why?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 30, 2025.
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Comments1
Well written. I relate to this. Your poem explores the paradox of isolation and the emotional turmoil it causes. The imagery of snowflakes and a "sea of glitter white" suggests beauty but contrasts with feelings of emptiness and the presence of "guarded ghosts" and "defiant demons." The poet reflects a struggle with loneliness, the invisible barriers that block connection, and questions why such isolation exists. You speak from the heart.
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