In the stillness of the night, where shadows softly creep,
A soul sits quietly, with secrets it must keep.
The world outside is distant, a dream that fades away,
As isolation’s whispers bid it coldly stay.

The walls close in, a fortress, but also a cage,
Pages of forgotten tomes turn with silent rage.
Each breath, a testament to the unseen pain,
As the heartbeats echo like a relentless rain.

The mind wanders through a labyrinth of thought,
Seeking solace in the battles it has fought.
Memories like phantoms, dance in the cold air,
As the spirit grapples with burdens it must bear.

Yet in this quiet, a strength begins to bloom,
A resilience rising from the pervasive gloom.
For in isolation, the soul learns to see,
The boundless depths of its own tenacity.