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"Echoes of Solitude: A Poetic Journey through Loneliness"

"Embracing Connection in the Shadows of Isolation"

By Edgardo Millan Published 3 months ago 1 min read
"Echoes of Solitude: A Poetic Journey through Loneliness"
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In the quiet depths where shadows creep,

And silence wraps around like a shroud,

There dwells a feeling, dark and deep,

A specter haunting, never proud.

Loneliness, a solemn friend,

Yet bitter foe, it holds no end,

In the caverns of the soul it hides,

Where echoes linger, pain abides.

Alone, amidst a sea of faces,

Lost in crowds, in crowded places,

Yearning for a touch, a word,

But finding naught, the void unheard.

Through endless nights and endless days,

Loneliness weaves its tangled maze,

A labyrinth of sorrow's design,

Where heartstrings ache and souls entwine.

In empty rooms, in whispered sighs,

In hollow laughter's thin disguise,

Loneliness, a constant ache,

A silent scream, a soul's forsake.

In the quiet hum of city streets,

In the solace that nature greets,

Loneliness knows no boundary,

It thrives in every sanctuary.

It whispers secrets no one hears,

It counts the minutes, marks the years,

It paints the world in shades of gray,

And watches as joy fades away.

But in the depths where darkness lies,

Where solitude becomes our guise,

There's a spark, a flicker of light,

That banishes the endless night.

For in our loneliness we find,

A strength that lies within the mind,

A resilience born of pain,

That helps us rise, and rise again.

So though the shadows may surround,

And solitude may still be found,

Know that you are not alone,

For in these words, a heart's been shown.

In the tapestry of life we weave,

In every joy, in every grief,

Loneliness may have its place,

But love and hope can still embrace.

And in the end, when all is said,

When tears are dried, and fears have fled,

Loneliness may lose its hold,

For in connection, hearts are bold.

So let us reach out, let us strive,

To bridge the gap, to keep alive,

The flame of hope, the spark of light,

That guides us through the darkest night.

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