In the quiet corners of my solitude,
Where shadows whisper secrets to the night,
I find the echoes of a world subdued,
And trace the lines of longing with my sight.

The silence wraps around me, warm yet cold,
A paradox of comfort and despair,
As memories of voices once so bold,
Fade gently into thin, forgotten air.

The walls of isolation stand so tall,
Yet in their midst, a fragile hope takes flight,
For even in the darkest night’s deep thrall,
A flicker of the dawn brings forth new light.

Alone, yet not forsaken by the stars,
Their distant glow a guide through endless night,
I walk this path, embracing all the scars,
For in this quiet, I will find my might.