In the quiet chambers of my soul,
Where whispers of solitude softly call,
I wander through shadows of forgotten halls,
Embracing the silence that gently falls.

The world outside blurs into a distant haze,
As I find solace in isolation’s embrace,
The echoes of my thoughts dance in empty space,
Crafting melodies in this secluded place.

Windows painted with the hues of dusk,
Reflect the dreams that quietly rust,
A tapestry woven with threads of trust,
In solitude’s arms, I find what I must.

Yet within this silence, a spark ignites,
A beacon of hope in the endless night,
For in isolation, I learn to write,
The story of resilience, pure and bright.