In the silence of the night, where whispers mourn,John Elia wanders through his thoughts, forlorn.A poet’s heart, burdened with the weight of time,Seeking solace in the rhythm and the rhyme.His words, a mirror to the soul’s deep ache,In verses, he lays bare the dreams that break.The world, a canvas painted with his pain,Yet in his sorrow, a beauty he does attain.Through life’s labyrinth, he walks alone,In search of a truth that’s never shown.His solitude, a companion, ever near,In every line, his spirit does appear.Oh, the fleeting joy and the endless despair,In John Elia’s verses, we find a world laid bare.A poet’s journey, through love and strife,His legacy, a testament to a restless life.