In the deep abyss of the silent night,
Where shadows whisper secrets unknown,
Loneliness wraps its cold embrace tight,
Leaving the heart to wander alone.

Isolation’s grip, a relentless force,
Strips away the warmth of the day,
Every echo, a haunting remorse,
As the mind begins to fray.

The stars above, distant and cold,
Mirror the void within the soul,
A story of solitude, quietly told,
As the nights take their toll.

Yet in this darkness, a glimmer of hope,
A whisper of dawn, tender and bright,
For even in isolation, we cope,
Awaiting the break of morning light.