In the shadowed corners of a restless mind,
Where silence stretches like an endless night,
Sylvia found her solace in whispered lines,
A world where loneliness embraced the light.
Through the pages, her sorrows softly blend,
Each word a fragile thread of woven pain,
In solitude, she sought a faithful friend,
Yet only echoes of her voice remain.
Loneliness, a ghost that danced in her dreams,
A haunting melody of silent screams,
In her verses, the raw emotion streams,
Reflecting life in fractured, fragile beams.
In every line, a mirror to her soul,
A testament to the battles she fought,
Sylviaâs loneliness took its heavy toll,
Yet in her art, eternal solace sought.