In the silence of solitude, echoes of loneliness whisper,
Shadows dance in empty rooms, memories flicker,
The night is a canvas, painted with stars unseen,
A heart’s quiet yearning, for places it’s never been.

The moonlight’s cold embrace, a companion in the dark,
Footsteps unheard, wandering without a mark,
Dreams drift like clouds, in a sky of endless blue,
Seeking comfort in the void, where hopes once grew.

Silence speaks volumes, in the language of the night,
A symphony of solitude, in the absence of light,
Eyes closed to the world, yet open to the soul,
In the vastness of alone, one seeks to feel whole.

The dawn breaks gently, with promises of dawn,
Yet the heart lingers, where shadows are drawn,
For in the quiet moments, where loneliness resides,
There’s a beauty in the stillness, where true self abides.