In the hollow echoes of an empty room,
Where sunlight dares not tread,
Whispers of forgotten dreams loom,
Lingering like ghosts of the dead.
A heart once vibrant, now forsaken,
Beats to the rhythm of solitude,
Every promise, every bond, broken,
Lost in the depths of a quiet interlude.
Memories like autumn leaves scatter,
Colorful yet adrift in the wind,
Each one a reminder of what mattered,
Now mere relics of a love rescinded.
In the stillness, I find my reflection,
A soul wandering in realms unknown,
Seeking solace in its own protection,
In a world where I’m truly alone.