In the depths of loneliness, I wander,
Through silent nights and days of thunder,
Seeking solace in shadows’ embrace,
In this quiet, empty space.
Time drifts like a slow, mournful song,
Each moment stretched, each second long,
The echo of laughter now a distant dream,
Lifeâs colors fade, losing their gleam.
A solitary tree stands in the field,
Its branches bare, its secrets sealed,
Much like my heart, it stands alone,
In the vast expanse, the unknown.
Yet in this solitude, I find a spark,
A tiny light within the dark,
A hope that whispers, soft and low,
That even in loneliness, we grow.