In the quiet of my solitude, I find,
Whispers of dreams left far behind,
Echoes of laughter, shadows of light,
In this room where day turns to night.

The walls speak tales of yesteryears,
Of forgotten smiles and hidden tears,
Each corner a story, each crevice a song,
In my isolation, where I belong.

Time flows like a river, slow and cold,
Carrying with it the memories untold,
Faces of strangers, voices of friends,
Merging into one as the silence bends.

Yet in this loneliness, I find my peace,
A sanctuary where all troubles cease,
For in the heart of isolation, I see,
The truest reflection of the soul in me.