In the quiet chambers of her mind,
Where shadows of despair entwined,
Sylvia found a solace sweet,
In loneliness, her thoughts complete.

The world outside a distant shore,
Her heart ached for something more,
Words became her silent friend,
In solitude, she found no end.

The evening’s hush, a gentle cloak,
Wrapped around the dreams she spoke,
A poet’s soul, so deep and vast,
In loneliness, her pain surpassed.

Yet in her words, we find a light,
A beacon in the darkest night,
Sylvia’s voice, forever clear,
In loneliness, she’s always near.