In the quiet corners of a shadowed room,
Where whispers of time softly loom,
Dreams drift like leaves in autumn’s hold,
In solitude’s embrace, stories unfold.

A lone candle flickers against the night,
Casting shadows that dance in gentle light,
Walls echo secrets never told,
In silence, the heart learns to be bold.

The clock ticks softly, a lullaby of time,
Marking moments in a wordless rhyme,
Isolation sings its haunting tune,
A symphony beneath a watchful moon.

Yet within this quiet, a seed of hope grows,
In the heart’s garden, where resilience shows,
Isolation, a canvas for dreams anew,
Finding strength in the solitude’s view.