Separation: A Poem

What appears in your mind when you see the word “separation”? Do you see the teary eyes of your friend as they waved goodbye? Or, perhaps, it is the apartment you once lived in?

As The PVLSE’s 2023 Summer Competition on the theme of separation begins, we invited Louis H to share his poem, Separation, which was first published in Issue 1.

Relation is a bond

With my grip beginning to slacken

My views are fixed at things beyond

But my mind is deeply misshapen

To believe I was savagely solemn

To think it was not my problem.

To know my difference caused separation

To feel the need for explanation.

I tumultuously lumber with the sense of reality

A concussion grows deep within my mentality.

The rising realization of building insanity

My emotions stray with the sense of insecurity.

And I was alone again, grappling at a surreal time in my fractured memory.

Those were the times of friendship and amber,

A simple time, a life of glamor.

A thousand blues, a thousand hamper.

The days of heaven, sad in manner.

Down with the never-ending cries of aware,

Down with the ever-mending tries of repair.

Sinking slowly into a dreadful yet compulsive lie,

With the verdant waves, my chin held high.

Alas, my conscience stays resilient

For other priorities that I had not yet savor.

To be unruffled by tempestuous vermillion

To be victim to mindless yet gentle labor.

A mind, a soul, that does not waver.

Indifference is compound for contentment

Solitude is confession for amendment.

Return to the former yet familiar existence of undemanding pleasure

A blissful time, wealth beyond measure.

About the Author

Louis H is a high schooler who likes thinking about fake scenarios in his free time. He also enjoys eating lasagna and thinking of overly complicated names for his characters. Here is an example: Bobabulee Darius Ferris Notos Zacharius Draconi Gundius Natagaki Kenezzar II.